Wednesday, February 22, 2012

the bible in black and gold


he was looking for that moment
understanding
he thought maybe he could find it in a book

spines on the shelves
off and of       clarity

for him everything was gas
until you spoke

he drew pictures
and you understood

warm flesh
belief

the sandman             the tooth fairy          
the grind-grit-clench

that pillow still holds soft impressions
on both sides

even when bathed in epic frost

heat is in the present
to fuck is in the future

you both knew the past       had not shut

changed

you can still and always      
eat bugs and make babies

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