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bob dylan stepped offstage in denver just in time for the band to play us to sleep archives Wednesday, June 12, 2002 a splinter Brushing debris from the steps, I came across a splinter that delved headfirst into my finger and made a home I held my finger to my ear as blood panic seaped and heard ticking like a cartoon time-bomb It reminds me of immenent explosions whenever I play tiny imaginary violins of sarcasm whenever I hold down acoustic strings posted by Shaun Minus 1:15 PM East Atlanta Via River Mourning With two or three dollars And a friend called Firewalker We cast off to reveal the city It was endless floating pavement Hour ‘pon hour in the vindictive sun Melted wings we hardly even noticed Stumbling into a coffeehouse via Lewis Carol I tapped my head on straight and made love To a quiet indifferent microphone, sans cigarettes Firewalker howled his delight Drunk and passionate as he was Waving his broken antennae in rage and protest There were water-color faces spilling Grinding gold teeth to Latin rhythms An audience of inverted prisms blinding I fading photographed the restaurant Half-waiting out a moment when love And grimace clashed with .44 caliber shells The exploding head of a movement Of apathy poets and listless windrunners An urban myth generation, shaking about the campfire How I missed cigarettes, tossed cars The terminal passion of a capricious youth Holding hands with a deep swallow, salty flesh And a total absence of morning But then Firewalker took ill, singing sad And lonesome lullabies to a delinquent infant I abandoned him to his melancholy And wandered out among the flaming sewers Took in the bright hazy morning breath of the apocalypse posted by Shaun Minus 9:28 AM Wednesday, June 05, 2002 Conversely, I collected spare tongues to build a beast of flesh and rage and dressed myself in his/her spirit. The chemical arms industry thrives while I serve as a paperweight. If anyone asks, tell them I'll be five foot nine and one half, soaking up aftershocks from orgasmic blasts at the rock quarry. posted by Shaun Minus 2:12 PM Monday, June 03, 2002 Waltz Through Elysian Fields Desire too cliché, close my eyes hard small dots shooting stars darting beneath the lids hypnagogic showers, sound like gunshot I've got you in my ears, your piano soft and sparse an empty warmth in empty arms, comma for orpheus period for styx I fury enough to cross a fair day for a waltz through elysian fields Clinch and finger broken stones and I can build a woman with stones for eyes and stones for emotion stolen slippers, sun spark eurydice come to life with a white album incantation, me ex-magician I will make you pure passion before my head comes off double negative effects on suspicious skies and a rainy day tumble through elysian fields O half dead windrunner, o serpent sex theme o how you winter when you sleep, summer when you curse the silent shocks saunter up the small sing ballads down your spine, how sweet you twitching and me here decapitated lover live reluctantly forever another radio silence, syncopated 3/4 rhythms daydream waltz through elysian evening posted by Shaun Minus 12:10 PM |
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