2005-08-17
'Talking about how the group has began to splinter and I can taste your lipstick on the filter....'
He begs me to perform
under the monika - Monica.
and Eytan's all Don Quan now - chanting asmospshere - AT MOST FEAR.
the hooded anti-poet
and bare bellied Hickey
get home and try to write
all that comes out
blood spit puke
next night Mr Powell in all his modest corduroy coated glory
it's beautiful and it's worthwhile
and it means something
his fifteen minutes worth more than any guitar
The trees are bare here now, and the wind kissing bullets to bare lips. But the words come quick and red hott and put so much to shame.
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