meditation for moses

so it was all keys tapping when you shined down on me and i left lots shimmering empty ocean of glares and paths to walk down coast down and you're so full of sandstorm likenesses you can never tell which way to turn your head when the rain hits and grass, crumble, fuck, i know the best things about dust and keep them listed in a fairybook for small children to run their eyes over and perusal, they say, makes weakness all the better, makes us better at being better, see how trembler, what, down now and shifting paradigm and ghosts of god and then, like asteroid tears with freestyle mindsets dancers of the last known teamsters gender unions and then, laughable and you can call the

worst sad days and fury comes marching wretched un afraid and half endured lost smiles and you're eyes disapear into the sun and i'm leaning forward now, turning up the blinds and changes stories wrapping them up and leaving them here, holy moses of the lost rain and sudden fear and can you tell me at least this much i know you can call me to dry your eyes and motherfucker, how you know what's coming when i arch my back and suddenly, glory and you say god is tiles and carved in stone and such and let them go and serial rape and you're the one you're the one and cousins never fall like lot did and you'r not job you just think you are and oh you think you had it so hard but it'll never be the way it could be when it comes to losing things and falling out of life and meaning not to cry and somehow

gray and shoulder with birds at dawn i smell pine and your breathing can be heard for a thousand miles even in your grave even where you havent' been known to be since before thoughts were pondered and ideas were had.

so sour life and grapes that shrivel we're all wasting waiting, damn, life makes it short enough and we can call things home and here or there this or that is nothing but a calm night and the water is still over the seas and i can hear ships moving over futures and how you mean it is how it is they say but what if, somehow, yoiu meant it all wrong and nothing nohow comes without fear or doors to close behind your eyes and words to forget about and somehow, trembling hands and southerns compfort for ladies fingers and if you know you know you couldn't and tell me something suddenly i'll cross out your name i'll turn over your fingerslifeline and thrashing moments of a life i can cover all the doors and soon there'll be paradise in wondows without worlds to be seen and i know the smells of the wind are only melodies for lost songs and myths left unturned over by stones and years, rocks unrolled away by angels or maybe not maybe not. so worthy and shackels like life and you're having...

2003-08-20 | 7:08 p.m.
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