Monday, September 3, 2007

Burning Plain

I must be blind down

I see a den where you
keep changing your fates,
a pure Camille

Behave for life
Spready news

Let a dough
deep descend into a deer
spread through with filth and d├ęcor

You look down into the table
And there’s just guts

Entrails mixta
Beef head

Baking your pie

You’re bound on the graveyard
A very complex lattice

Yay, there she is, Oh chalet

Hey, shit
You receive the signal

Listen to the laughs in your heart

Get into the glass diaper
the raptor