第六站 sixth station
draft 3 this song and this poem probably next week http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33SJ7Q_P54Q 第六站 sixth station you retract into yourself as if cartridge to the paw the shivering hook of a frayed nail worn from trying to free yourself dancing hands that you clam behind a webbing of things where you sit intravenously, where your deepest inhale is a hurried shiver a flutter,...
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Pain is that forefinger and thumb’s pinching grip at the top of your shivering paperclip chain spine. Your scream sounds like a wind chime.
introductions are for nobodies.– poet broke storm
driftwood among iron spires. as the waters splash becomes the erasers edge, you float on, wishing to hit dry land to be erased too. but only iron, only iron.
homelessness > lone fear
You retract into yourself as if cartridge To the paw Shivering hook of a frayed nail Worn from trying to free yourself From the thing you clamor behind A webbing of things where you sit Intravenously, where your deepest inhale Is a hurried shiver A flutter, that only sleeping on the street Friendless can take you A place where not even the Devil would Offer you solace.