Tall poppies remind us

by Lenny   Nov 9, 2007


Tall poppies
and music remind us
Sex gods scream
and rape
Guitars.
Blunt and burnt
Gas, friction-tumbles
of sanity
wane into shell-shock
philosophy

melting, memory fades
as the reaper calls
feasting from
the elderly, the ones
who still remember

And tall poppies
Rain down to the
Blood gardens
Music reminds us,
Sex Gods laugh
And rape
us all.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Drew Gold

    Raping a guitar like ripping philosophy and matter and time and pages swinging on the wind, being a book on history/// you're so awesome and i will check out the others of course but you dont sound like me at all; trust me, we're all thieves in this bloody game! now , the myth the math the crawling back.

    i wink with time and clutch my insides
    with laughter that breaks
    shores into fires and runs with it.