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Published: 2009-11-04 05:30:34 +0000 UTC; Views: 23; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 3
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Her wheels on a dark freewaywith wings of speed soaring
my angel machine lost and beautiful
into the pale light at the end of a tunnel
I slither by the sound of the fire
as a snake after vomiting my skin
I moan through a vibrating body
as an orgasm on the shore
In the morning, awake by a blow-up president
as television sets full of white noise
laugh at the motions that we make
In the night, a dream of a real dream
as lambs on a sunny hill
in the land of the wolves
no one, no where and all and every one
are we verily under this white, bright moon
like sinking ships alone, fiercely broken
going under the waves drunk, drunk of the flame
that leaves us in ashes, feeding the spirits
so they can dream us again
while the universe is taking a shit
with dead, dead planets
