pleasant lyrics

"If you take [a copy of] the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and the rain, soon the paper on which the words are printed will disintegrate and the words will be gone. Our bible IS the wind and the rain." Herbalist Carol McGrath as told to her by a Native-American woman.

Monday, September 20, 2010


you fall asleep when I wake for work
nobody talking just a rumbling down in dirt
leaving this house, can't you see what I won't
don't postpone this awkward discontent
malicious software downloaded, upload to mainframe of brain and heart discoloured, childish pink and red initials scrawled all over my skin and thoughts. distraught in my contorted rocket ship, hardship endured with tough exterior, rough edges and so delicate,

two..
one
take off,

you fall asleep when I wake for work
uninvited postman delivers news, return to sender, return to sender. bring me flowers, shut up for ages, pages and pages of the same shit. tear it, torn up, burning up to a fire with flame and naming of names. solace inside my letter, but you opened it uninvited, undecided and this adoration doesn't help. distracted with compact solutions, isolation. desolation. complication. mediation. deterioration.

why did you fall asleep when I woke for work?


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