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Weasel - 3

8/18/2014

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Picture
imagine a world without the words

i hitched a ride on an airplane
rode it wherever it wanted to go
sat through the pushes and the pulls
and closed my eyes to see this story without words
but i never had to imagine
the words never existed

i rode this plane all night long
made a stop in a town i had never heard of
and draped my fingers on its surface
just like god would if he were alive
it was the only one to gently place a bullet in my heart
and send me off on my way wanting badly to return
i just never caught my plane




Another Train, Another Ride

i was gonna knife you in the face
but the grenade blew the car
into the next trashy dimension
lit the cigarette of the nearest train station
collected our tickets
and was warned about the cult next to us

i turned to the guy next to me
asked him to tell me what i’d say at the moment
he said, “i’m just your average kid buddy
i don’t give a fuck”
i told him that was very profound

she had a devil on her back
maybe an angel, or an altar queen
no matter the symbol, others called her the antichrist
i have always wanted to meet jesus
though i never imagined he’d be a pole dancer

his name was lara
a one-eyed doll in a midnight circus
he sang songs of rampant rock-star suicides
and how many childhood’s end today, eh lara?
and always with a witty reply:
“as many as there are songs in the key of blow me”

bless me father for i have sinned
says the man in the bathroom
a daunting moan echoing through gospel hymns
he prayed all night long

we only wanted to see god
wanted to stare into his face
and drape his eyes with our stories
but the train hit a different vanishing point
leaving us at a station in the outskirts of nowhere
waiting on another ride, for another year




the days that i heard your voice

the vivacity pulled back my ears,
trudging silently as if a breeze
through the holes of my jacket.

soothing, a nirvana not yet reached,
drowning in an ocean of lizards--
the bitter taste never leaving your words

such persuasion
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