Monday, February 16, 2015

better left buried

i lost my footing on the trampled path/ covered tracks, consumed the bread/ buried the parcel and the bag/ i had to go stag/ the stagnant sun was beaming down/ once it gleamed/ but now it seems to melt me deep below the ground/
i'll carry nothing/ i'll care for no one/ take the money, take the plans/ bury it all into the sand/ it's better left buried/ better left buried/ take the photos, holograms/ bury it all into the sand/
the shooter's shooting branches in the fen/ arid wetlands, blaring sounds/ buried the bullet in the head/ i'm better off dead/ then swimming for the chest/ teach a man to fish, but still he'll wish to inherit it/ so pluck your lashes/ pray to fascists/ forget the forest and the tracks/ if life's a gift, then leave the tag/ i'll exchange it/ for a mattress on display/ since either way i'm on my back/
i'll carry nothing/ i'll care for no one/ take the money, take the plans/ bury it all into the sand/ it's better left buried/ better left buried/ take the photos, holograms/ bury it all into the sand/ a barely breathing apparatus/ a crowning case for the problematic/ forget your patterns/ forget your status/ bury the bag and cover your tracks

- afm

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