Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Beautiful Freezing Spring

This room
is full of doors
which are all nearly closed to me.
they reek of beautiful death
of apples filled-up with knowledge
of beautiful striving.
     i do not see the hanged man
only the beautiful burning,
springs beautiful psychonauts
are all freezing on fire.
  the alleys are cruel but
the clouds are beautiful.
i have just three shots left
to last me the week
only six beers for me and her,
one bag of coffee.
      my animals screech beneath the bright cloud
beneath my bright despair,
i mean,
my dog chews the shit out of my cat
beneath the rain-
the jars are empty
but the cultures are alive,
cyberspace is really taking off
but how do we feed ourselves?
how do we get money
in all this hubub,
in the midst.---

everything breaks
everything dies
my mind is broken and fixed
at the same time
in the same instant
shattered glue,
but yet i try.

i feel better that this place is almost empty
now that this place is almost empty
an emptied dusty palace
the shut doors-
   the shut up doors
and oh whoa--
-all those wrong numbers.

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