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the sick dog IWe are all rich in the blood of our ancestors who had walked on the earth in a desolate daze, disfigured and without the eyes to close for sleep.the sick dog I
I am the sick dog of the great white light from the bodies sailing on the sea, coughing like the lungs in love with leaving, holding tight to all the air between the eyes that hold them.
by ~GrantoKW
obsessive accomplishmentsI'm going where the dead never rise at three in the morning and polish their shoes with the night's silk, where the dead things never take a break from sunny days, always hiding in the blue sky singing about the biodome.obsessive accomplishments
I am going where the last dog sleeps cradled somewhere in the earth, the bravest dog of a century of dogs, who'll lick my feet and watch me as I carry the weight of seven horses; plan my match.
I am seeing all the white faces that I knew I shouldn't. I am cleaning all the wires that may lead to your bedchamber, and stuffing them with b
by ~GrantoKW
Like forty nightsLike forty nights on the cusp of the sun's evanescent love, everything is sinking, and when we touch our eyes with the dew of morning past and dreaming anger and pulled hopes and speechless lullabies and creaking thunder that claps on our air with breath as old as dying and when we wake up to find only thoughts that never thought worth leaving, then we know that we are breathing.Like forty nights
by ~GrantoKW
The HandbasketThis is the land of plenty! No, plenty more, or is it plenty full? Or is this the land of leaving everything behind, and scraping up the wind to let the shallow times fill your handbasket.The Handbasket
This is the land where I once walked across the devil's desert hands, scraped and lined with the fieldhands trudging through the sour days - bitter memories and sleeping tongues, licking at the dream of ice and cool things, always thinking back about the time it took to wake - and I am never missing a step in line, always keeping up the pace, always dreami
by ~GrantoKW
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