karma will rape you just because

the day has turned inside out the plants lay tangled in clouds the fountain is cracked and nauseated and the candle lights itself. corpses shame the graveyard fresh ash chokes the tombstones the fathers prayer breaks into song but stangely out of tune. the birds refuse to flap their wings and fall like bombs from the sky while burrowing moles leap from the cliffs in a pathetic attempt to fly- the deere feed on the wolves foxes offer themselves to a pack of pecking hens that lay eggs with no shells- the cat lays still as the mice feed on his belly pink alone in the den the snake fed up with his image of sin gets up and walks away... the sun cooks the rotting fruit balls bounce with no children in sight good old boy salt of the earth cowboys are found naked, hogtied to their land humiliated barbwire corpses of rapists who blow whistles in hysterical panic of masked women who stalk dark alleys with knives casterate slice to the fists in life but bleed milk so the little bits grow.dedicated to all men who try to crush their women...predators will be prey Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 01:55 PM PST   0 • 10