As/Is







7.26.2007


on yr knees

confronted by strange hands
in the pyramid
truth poofs of smoke
and shadows are born again

stars collide explode
in the sugar sound
of a moan
white streaks of paint

there's pain in my eyes
there's tar on my tongues
i wish to find a secluded corner
i wish to fold and fold

let us dust this elevated
as if it could be cleaned
let us dust as lusty as cocaine
we're so very powerful on yr knees


-- 7/26/07, IL