WRITING ON THE BREAKING WALL-----
Siver threads hang from yesterdays guillotine
and you are running
in barefooted dreams
next door the cooking is crazy
and the sky is on the next plane
we swore that poetry
was for the wall
and whiskey and vodka taught us all
crept into the bed from which Dawn fled
bleeding from the borrowed again
choking from jokes of stigmata
and silence spoke the loudest in threat
I stole the que
while they were all waiting
told the story is for telling
listen as I throw these words
into the herd
Making love while the dead are sleeping
just inside a cemetery wall
respect must be that thing we saw
hanging on by the grasping claw
so many dogs are chasing
the runaway car again
will they ever catch it
driven by the insane
now fortune she is drunk on hallways
felling the nearest tree
ever since she ate the spittle
aimed at me
pour me another daydreamer
another crack of the whip
drown me in whiskey and visions
but make sure im blinded to see
written on a wall
so many lovers call
amongst the painted whore
Distance
a word we never measured
except when a friend pulled your covers
 in a mansion crewed by the floors
And me still
writing on breaking walls
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