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wahnbriefe #1 by James Printer Friendly

There was once a legend about us,

that we were traveling along a river

and above us was a high bank

with animals simply staring

with the dark blank

watchful eyes of prey;

and you were singing

two types of nonsense

beautifully,

and shooting a rifle

at the motionless beasts

overlooking our journey.


They would drop with pronouncement

and we continued

endlessly away from them.


I am forced to imagine

that their eyes remained opened

just as we left them

until they slowly bloated

and ceased to be.


Perhaps even the obsidian luster

remained

a moment longer than the bleached skull,

and as that shell we aimlessly wounded

disintegrated,

only then

was their watchfulness ended.


Comments:
Entered By Anonymous From Unknown
2009-04-08 03:50:51

wut? LOL...or ROFLMAO...or LSHTGAMASOMS (laughing so hard that ghosts attack me and suck out my soul)



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