07 November 2009


Overthrow (11/7)

Alone in wonder err I throw
and weave and drunken-ly go

I mist myself in piss and rain
crawling through alley ways

Each night I draw blood rare
and cut a language coat to wear

To keep my bones warm safe dry
the coat leathered history ribbed

I attach my thoughts to my blood
and weave a golem - mud

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