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THE MONEYMOON
Water & I,
breaking up,
key in a bullethole,
carieful,
waiting up,
waiting for hours, for hours of time,
clocks on fire, the fire, the fire it burns, it burns,
put it out,
make me up,
treading on mire,
bullet bells,
essence of bleeding hearts,
open up,
heads on a roll of coin ,
flipping out,
sunning hell.
You hate the sight,
you hate the sight of me?
As i do? The mirrors, the mirrors,
put them out.
Moving chairs around,
flow charts of roots of trees,
buried on top of us,
bury us,
key in a bullethole,
the shutters of hope,
open up,
light comes in,
made in its ovaries,
its lightning bug ovaries.
Give me the moneymoon.
Give me the money.
Give me the money.
Give me the money.
I'll shoot the smile off your face.
I will have you surrounded.
I will rhyme you with orange.
David, if no one notices?
The time for talking's up.
Brother & I,
tuckered out,
talked you up,
we have dead Indians,
inside us,
gills filled with cigarettes,
like turrets,
totem poles.
DAS - San Antonio, Texas, USA
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