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Monday, August 22, 2005







    Just as he hit
    The ground
    They lowered a tow that stuck in his neck to the gills
    Fragments of sobriquets
    Riddle me this:
    Three half eaten corneas
    Who hit the area
    Stalk the ground
    Stalk the ground

    You should have seen
    The curse that flew right by you
    Page of concrete
    Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
    Autodafe
    A capillary hint of red
    Only this manupod
    Crescent in shape has escaped

    The house half the way
    Fell empty with teeth that
    Split both his lips
    Mark these words
    One day this chalk outline will circle this city
    Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face?
    A room coloured charlatan hid in a safe
    Stalk the ground
    Stalk the ground

    You should have seen
    The curse that flew right by you
    Page of concrete
    Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
    Autodafe
    A capillary hint of red
    Only this manupod
    Crescent in shape has escaped

    Pull the pins
    Save your grace
    Mark these words
    On his grave
    Pull the pins
    Save your grace
    Mark these words
    On his grave
    Pull the pins
    Save your grace
    Mark these words
    On his grave

    You should have seen
    The curse that flew right by you
    Page of concrete
    Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
    Autodafe
    A capillary hint of red
    Everyone knows the last toes are
    Always the coldest to go



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