Slaughterhouse
Rather a slaughterhouse Is this what it feels like to use loving hands to commit egregious acts? Killed because they are too many Some go silently as the razor slices their flesh Covers and clapboards […]
Rather a slaughterhouse Is this what it feels like to use loving hands to commit egregious acts? Killed because they are too many Some go silently as the razor slices their flesh Covers and clapboards […]
We can’t believe we’re having it But yes Where? Where to? Next door? Will they have us? You know our history right? Canada? Hey didn’t your brother know a guy In Saskatchewan? I have friends […]
The dawn’s early It’s so early This early light Dusty roads and brown babies Tears Trails of them Still! Damn! Men in boots and suits and white cotton knickers with coffee stained breath Making these […]
We’re relieved Yes we’re glad that we failed But we’re relieved that they escaped From the worst of day to day hell Of living with the all consuming darkness Because we’ve been there And stared […]
Innate feelings of generations Fulfilled by satraps and mimes Mixed with smoky, drink sodden-breath An old Nag named Clementine His hands are made of breaking bridges Eyes rusty searching for gold His mind a thousand […]
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