2 Jun 2008

Collisions:: Part.2

The hills are there for us. I love how the sky came over you. Crash. In the midst of battle. Skulls to prove it. Eyes half open. Crash. Cracked, exposed and knowing more. Blame no one. Against the cabinet held secrets closing for it's [official] disclosure. Nights are numbers existing as vacuums accumulating in steps up shadows. Collisions are guaranteed this way. The best are always left out, for this reason I've found an escape pod. Crash. Sounds echo. Crash. Extinct species hologram. Crash. Thud of matter on carpet. Universe stained curtain. Unexplained murder scene. Sinister suicide note. The chosen corridor with mysterious consequence. Crash. For no reason. Self explained disappearance. This as chords and a beat to match. 32 miles tied into a knot. Slam. Technology in the new blood. Over the horizon. Armour to you. If I'm told correctly. Silhouettes of fire where language names the dead a new home. A tear in the rent. Near enough excuses. Where you stand is bemused about 15 inches above your soul. Crash. As the theme. Pound the equation into a grid then watch your step. Death on tap. Honest to dance. I hope the sky finds you falling and the ground catchy. Can the continents come too? Will the continents come to? Will you confiscate the night? Then who shall we confide in? I can smell deep space on you now. You have cheated on the earth, bastard. Your neck is now hungry. Vampires have found a taste sweeter than blood. I am no slave to the night. Memories are not gate crashers x12. You die the death of a thousand faces torn into pieces (as usual). And my dance mocks the collision. My dance moves. Mad as the price for petrol. Stain the horizon. Crash.

6 comments:

Robert said...

this is wild

Robert said...

i want to bite this so bad




a version may be in order!

Jaie said...

I been meaning to do a version of on of yours so yeah, i'd like that and

cocaine jesus said...

who started this fire?

Jaie said...

lol!!!!!!!!!!!!

TICTAC said...

always challenging to read you in the cosmic labirinth of your words...