Scratched Spectacles

There is time in the eyes Hazing what is seen As an aspect of glass Filters every place Each reel of scene Is a reflection on Past misery and blemishes And fogs the lens Each scratch a virus Where tendrils and webs Are dregs and their threads Reach for the iris This infection’s intentions AreContinue reading “Scratched Spectacles”

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Guns of August

Skies on fire A red sun looms And burns through A haze of guns Filling the air With smoke and Brassy incense Into August Haze of fire Miles away Coats the clouds Infinite smoke Regret is in the Burned bridges Can’t bring it back Or unash the remains Haze of sparksoot Lingers after the gunsContinue reading “Guns of August”

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Weed Burner

Cough your way Through the haze And blast speakers Shouting our waves Away it blaze the fire Make it burn them We will fuck you up No need to stop Or pause the music To refuel Our joints and buds Are that much more Cruel Machete in hand Cut down the land Slash and burnContinue reading “Weed Burner”

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