Sunday, January 19, 2003

I woke up on the ugly side of a sledgehammer,with my back to the wall and my face through the glass.i picked up the scent of ciggarette stained fingernails and empty,broken whine glasses.and along the flaps of the cardboard box that was your tomb i saw my name stiched in with a syringe and twine.the same makeshift burial mask i dressed you in.i was then awakend by the hum of cicadas and cackling of swans.your garments of dead rose pedils and rat skulls reminded me that summer was now in session.Now i must shed this flesh and await my winter shell.My safe haven from the explosions of the human heart.My Precious Canvas.


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