Ado
On Negative Palms
Gunboats float in warm water of the gondolas Serenaded in unsunlit space Passengers with their left & rights Stamped tight across their revolver eyes Peepholes poked throughout el vida de linea The deadly sounds of cat and mouse Fearlessly toy with sense of perception and I cannot mend us I cannot breathe into your lungs a fresh breath of truth Soon you will become me With your broken sense of serendipity Quiver your lips and expend your meaning With a smile so corposant Would you dare to blink at the mirror? Throwing stones and tossing pebbles Into the depths of impure puddles (The reflection ripples in response) Who lit the dock afire and broke the poles? And finished their salvation off with shots fired into the bottom of the boat? The photographers are littering and lining the sidelines Cameras in hands and strapped on hips Flashes explode, they will go down with their exposure Snubnose guns snuck within pursed lips This eject shell will witness all
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