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a new way of looking at... writings >> jacque coulardeau >> psychophagus |
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Two fists to punch, two feet to kick and score The coalred Lucifer, fire paranoid dementor My skull bursts and cracks, my neck breaks My life is set loose, my dream is dead and dull The nightstallion dangles its cold limbs Right bang into my twin-towering eyes That crumbles, pile of rubbles, ground naught Endless bloodblack snakes darkly slither In the empty plate of my writhing brain and soul Tying my hopes to a leaden casket Linking my happiness to an earthen grave A global fright reigns over and within that night A pageant of neighbors drop their pimpernels of love Too late to console, too tardy to embrace and hug The flesh that will decay in the moongleams Of the slow-sliding tears of my dismayed son Of the deep-knotting sobs of my deranged love Two sorrow-filled prayers to make me depart Two distress-packed psalms to set me apart In the head-shrinking coffin of a hellish past |