ericjasongastelum - 5/31/2009 7:00 PM ET
i know those dark messengers and all about the bad electricities. lets get tea and discuss this piece.
I taste your sweet gritty sap, Freckling my lips and face like Soft drops of burgundy rain. Someone's heart is skittering over rocky terrain. Not mine - the hard hot calm of the desert. Not yours - a turbine in an emptying riverbed. Bullet to gray eggshell folds, Your blind eyes have drained Like the bitter wine drenching the earth. Sink with it, or join the sky's dark messengers. I bow, and say - |
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