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Typical Depth, (so dark and edgy)
Typical Depth, (so dark and edgy)
Drab buildings
match
the slate sky
struck ominous
by black suit and colored ties
origami
paper-weights
kissing their feet
the fucking flies of american filth
buzzing
from blood and freshly killed
adjust
titanium cufflinks
I threw crumbs out
just to watch them swarm
under the pylons of praise and pigeon shit
streaks of yellow
dart from jaguars
with their eyes lit with fear
press on each other
urgency
loaded in their asses
trails of red
ribbon mixing
between bellow
guttural death throes
bleat
spilling out
as guts blow
steam from open sewers
worn jeans
paddle down
southside
away
from propagated tyranny
thrown swift
as a cacophonic element
strung
along by much sweeter sound
whistling
at dealers, barkers and nomadic craftsmen
mixed autographs
spread oil
beneath the tires
making their way through it all
shapes being formed
by eye, hand and mind
deliver
pieces of tasteful bliss
and rolling dough
we all sip and sup
passing the plate
forking
our portion of the meat
smiles
here play genuine
grateful for whats offered
such savory delicacies
fill
full to bursting
fat enough with pride
You can hear the thrum
of a heartbeat
from deep inside
***Entered in Missys -The Untold DU Tribute- comp***
Drab buildings
match
the slate sky
struck ominous
by black suit and colored ties
origami
paper-weights
kissing their feet
the fucking flies of american filth
buzzing
from blood and freshly killed
adjust
titanium cufflinks
I threw crumbs out
just to watch them swarm
under the pylons of praise and pigeon shit
streaks of yellow
dart from jaguars
with their eyes lit with fear
press on each other
urgency
loaded in their asses
trails of red
ribbon mixing
between bellow
guttural death throes
bleat
spilling out
as guts blow
steam from open sewers
worn jeans
paddle down
southside
away
from propagated tyranny
thrown swift
as a cacophonic element
strung
along by much sweeter sound
whistling
at dealers, barkers and nomadic craftsmen
mixed autographs
spread oil
beneath the tires
making their way through it all
shapes being formed
by eye, hand and mind
deliver
pieces of tasteful bliss
and rolling dough
we all sip and sup
passing the plate
forking
our portion of the meat
smiles
here play genuine
grateful for whats offered
such savory delicacies
fill
full to bursting
fat enough with pride
You can hear the thrum
of a heartbeat
from deep inside
***Entered in Missys -The Untold DU Tribute- comp***
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