April 13, 2003

FOR YOU WHO REQUIRE THIS (I HEARD YOU IN YOUR SLEEP):

I came to a conclusion
That boxed me in
And blacked out the landscapes
Where my sheep were grazing
I lost my virgo ( balance )
And took a hazing
For a spell Grace was
Nothing close to amazing
I was spitting fire
Way up from the deep
I was throwing stones
At things that moved
I was quarreling with
The worms of yesterday
And this scared tomorrow's
Birds away

LAMENTATIONS OF TIME N° 6

Once I fought a legion's army
In praise of the seven sins
If they were good enough
For our fathers
They were good enough
For my men
We goaded dragons
into battle
By taunting them
With firewood
We collected the bones
And built new weapons
We gambled with our
Neighbour's debts
And mapped out exits
Where once were veins
We came to see virtue
As but another veil
That drowns a man
Beneath his snake
And steals the value
Of his stake
Then assumes the shape
Of rigor mortis
And places a question
Where his mouth is
The tigers of our youth are parked
Next time,
I bet the tortoise.

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