Saturday, November 15, 2008

one nite at carl's with carl

he heals thru prayer
all nite sinkin that rotgut whine
fuck, that dog will tear yr face off
the bugdog and the dogshark were sober
yr gaurdian enemy
we all at once walked her home
and stood in the echo stones
the waves breaking against the rock
we told stories in our circles
take this all of you and smak from it
whats it called? a big ass wooden piano- a marimba -
she's got one in her basement
a dusty guitar with old strings
she brought the brandi
she left the fuck out of that jug of wine for me
its hard to check on the plants
you gotta take this dog, carl, ill get his leash and his bowl
you dont even havta feed him,he's 9 years old,
ill see you in the backyard burying him in the rain screaming
you cannot own this dog
i cant take that dog
its winning and peaceful personality
the dahli llama of dogs
we all have our own way of killing
its embarrassing
hey- you're up
yup, gotta puke
up the conniving spirits
he never cleans up what he spills, and he's always spilling
scientists' things everywhere
i had a dream, i remember-
it was a dream, everything was in boxes
and i was crawling all over them
a factory screw up
my loincloth is a factory screw up

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3 comments:

Fossil on a Paper said...

i need to show this to everyone else who was there but it probably wont happen because we're secrets xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

HK said...

shhhhhhhhhhhh!

Daniela Olszewska said...

Man, I miss you guys.