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Chainsaw Satori

Threw my funeral
Today
Saxophone laugh ringing
Long black car blues
Gather ‘round now
Brothers and Sisters
Daddy gone tell a tale
Hit and pass
Hit again

Holy voodoo
Saint rust coffee can
Filled livewire worms
Writhe on illogic hooks
Anticipation
Is dying
in
       slow
                motion

Ghost face heroes
Lay tranquil
Silver screen coffins
Pretty in a row
Monochrome crucifixion
Tap the boxes shut
                   one
          by
one

Expect only expectation
Fragile
Breaking under hammer
Fall wishing stars
I know the rhythm
Can’t keep
Time
Just enough left
To your health

Never good enough
Words
Shaping dreams around
Shabby tenement cold
Water rooms peeling
Brocade paper walls
Our bare bulb burning
Yearning tick, he says
And tock

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On Monday September 24th, 2007, raskal (199) writes:

incredible. your words carry great effect and always compelling to read.

On Friday September 21st, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2414) writes:

this is top business...syncopationsof fractals or fractured mindprobes....a splendid Rubic cube with all it's findings somehow mixed up. Maybe it will come out on a slow spin...and the end is offbeat paradise. Love your palindromic quirkster stylistics...

On Friday September 21st, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2414) writes:

deep and deciphered...wicked!

On Thursday September 20th, 2007, Bella Butchery (1149) writes:

................fuck.................

On Thursday September 20th, 2007, carlosjackal (1647) writes:

"Silver screen coffins Pretty in a row Monochrome crucifixion" =) Absolute stunning piece..now this is what I call a funeral poem. -Carl

On Thursday September 20th, 2007, What Limes (176) writes:

one two, buckle my shoe... another one in the books, and it's heaven. It's heaven the same way honey is milk. The same way wood turns to stone for solemn advice. Great work Jack. I miss you, and I'm turning into a beat... papers strewn round the floor-

On Wednesday September 19th, 2007, Geisha (772) writes:

I can definately say that I'm speechlee... I like it though, nice write...

On Wednesday September 19th, 2007, Army Barbie (500) writes:

"Yearning tick, he says tock." You never fail me.

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