Thursday, February 18, 2010

make yourself easy
all of them act poor
when you get there
it's bourgeois as fuck

mountaintop sweet silence
rural and sweet and silent
the perfect amount of mustard
percolation confused for thunder
the first time surprise
the ride all the way up

when there was no ear to lend
you sang to the dirt
as your mother sang to you
you to your body
your body to the earth
treatment for a patience
the skin and the blood
one life and what is beside it
besides life what is it
that stalks behind the day

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