Monday, October 10, 2011

Dripping Noise (From Your Damn Mouth)

The sounds you create anywhere are
repeated every minute of every day &
if I can hear the hands of the clock then
I will ignore those sounds you pro-duce at
dawn and dusk because too much else is
gaining and losing my attention thus
I have none left for you except
a thank you a God Bless You but
he say you didn't believe in
those old tales only the new stories that
you tell Strings lonely with doubt out
of the past crying dangerously for
more of those hit pops off
the record left to you by
that wicked corpse you call a

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