the headless messenger's message was loud and clear
a dog named Hell became our latest hero as soon as he ran out of luck
into the fragile winter where home is simple and straight
through the one way gate
the beautiful house stands emptier now than when it was unoccupied
you can hear yourself perish alone
in today’s future that was forgotten yesterday
on the other side of the glass wall
you forgive nothing and get away
with the gold
because blood washes away the honey with its army of ants blind and hungry
and the inconsolable journey that still loves your fictions of passion and mirth
who tells you to remember the maps of the world you cannot see
but only point to with your teeth tattooed by the talk that preceded you?
if you listen loyally the rain bleeds on contact
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Do you find it hard
to go home after all?
with something undone being buried alive?
with ambition flashing
a too late sign in the electric night as you drive your cage over the edge
I will remember your eyes that favor today with all the help in the empire
of emotions that made me rich
do we all say that?
listen the flesh is deaf to the blind tongue preaching the blind hope
and its faith armed with an appetite for languages
that arise from intestinal fluctuations at
and in the dead night that dreams the lips that smile
and bite
where is the music that swells around our stories?
the stone in the organ that invented pain invented art
with war and its jubilant jugglers
but what do you care on the freeway lost in the middle of an idea?
remember the kiss on your hand when you swallowed the truth for the first time
and somebody got sick and died?
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I think you need the dark compact
between always and anywhere else
between the dogs eating the garbage scattered by the wind
and the idiots who paint with food to fool the overfed
let us give speeches for the docile and trumpets for elephants
lie to me carefully
I want what you want
I am innocent
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