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El Dia de los Muertos
Yellow blooms, ruptured and craving the sun
Twisting in the fluorescent light-an asphalt liar
Flickering, chain link, a brown laceration
Running the length of the rusty wire
Braided cable and brittle coarse fiber.
Tangled, a flower in each open eye
Always happy all the time, there’s no fire
In your soul; you’re always high
A tulip in manure, don’t you wanna fly
Slip off the slimy cement, feel the deep
Rushing water and grainy charcoal sky
The roar of splintered timbers; my love
Leap off the levee with me, and let the storm
Wrap itself around your thin frigid form.
We rush together deified, out to the sea.
Twisting in the fluorescent light-an asphalt liar
Flickering, chain link, a brown laceration
Running the length of the rusty wire
Braided cable and brittle coarse fiber.
Tangled, a flower in each open eye
Always happy all the time, there’s no fire
In your soul; you’re always high
A tulip in manure, don’t you wanna fly
Slip off the slimy cement, feel the deep
Rushing water and grainy charcoal sky
The roar of splintered timbers; my love
Leap off the levee with me, and let the storm
Wrap itself around your thin frigid form.
We rush together deified, out to the sea.
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