Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Sunday, January 10, 2010

fuck corporations, plant food! (part II)

there’s blood streaked across the sky
it’s just a blank canvas to kill us
with holes eaten in
to let the ultraviolet violence
drown us
so the sound of us
is lost in us
in plastic wrapped deformity features
muffled hunger rumbles
and shaking chains
and it never rains
just drops acid on our toes
and tongues and
we are ghosts
in manufactured bodies
plastered possessions
of broken compasses
of those dressed as knights
in the eternal white night
our green things don’t grow
no matter how many times
we sow, we don’t reap
just weep and gnash teeth
and there’s no hope
when we don’t embrace
and reach our arms
towards the sun at break
of dawn and we can break
these shackles
because they’re not there
are just the side effects of
drugs, blood, and silence

existence is ours.

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