09 June 2008

hangblow III: wharf of destiny

Rolling blood
Idioms spill
Faith in treason
Iron will

Hanged are men
Thought are thoughts
Neath the causeway
Polka dots
Microbrats

Heaven help us
Laser guides
Stairs to freedom
Simian brides

Blown to whiskers
Cast ashore
Hang us all
In pinafores
With open sores

Destined now
To stalk the seas
As blood runs thick with
Antifreeze

Microteeth
Centipedes

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