Alone again
and what else to find
except sour love and
stumbling sex
recurrent memoirs of our living past
as to ourselves our skin must bind
Hazardous again.
in dreams of nuclear symphony
carry on and care for me
wearing sunday's best to pray
for a world spinning not so fast
and a place not so lonely.
We are sleeping again
and we see God,
wrapped in our shrowd of symbols
a catalyst to the cause.
Hope for us!
The colours are melting off
Pray for us! Live for us!
fall again you fucker
with a chest-heaving cough.
Dream for us! Cry for us!
In Saint Louis we sit alone
Stumbling in this darkness
to a siren's distant drone...
-Music in Regine, 2007
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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