Friday, May 22, 2009

Inner Landscape


I’ve been sent to Fuck Off Land
There to forever dwell
I don’t know where the fuck it is
But it feels like hell
My eyes two salty fountains
Spewing water to the sun
My lips drying deserts
My arms undone
Body lacerated
Feet raw sore
Stones jump up to hit me
My voice cries “More!”
For I’ve been sent to Fuck Off Land
There to forever dwell
I don’t know where the fuck it is
And I feel unwell.

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