when chinese fortune and fever
fall apart into wishes, watches
we're watching clocks and running on
glue, when all this happens
and i can't be near you
it tears me to pieces
it was just a molar but i always
pictured some bearded scholar whispering
stardust into my eyes
the flashlight took it all away
when dreams of tables and crimes all
drip into the back of my throat
and there's nothing to do but groan
when all this happens
i will run out my cave, regardless
of the pain
2 comments:
haha, bones references abound.
re: that guy's blog - damnit noah! did you at least appreciate how incredible "Black Crosses in The Sunn O))" was?
this is clever and good.
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