Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The December Swishing Ashes
He says I'm mean,
and my own little heart turns black
For the bitterness in my soul
Screws fortunes through my ventricles.
I leak, and fill up
With the black night sky.
Swishing weary words in my mouth
And building a fence,
I am thoughtful but not speechless.
I'm just breathing the words
Into the fire and watching
Them die among the ashes.
December 30 2009
and my own little heart turns black
For the bitterness in my soul
Screws fortunes through my ventricles.
I leak, and fill up
With the black night sky.
Swishing weary words in my mouth
And building a fence,
I am thoughtful but not speechless.
I'm just breathing the words
Into the fire and watching
Them die among the ashes.
December 30 2009
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The December Swishing Ashes
The December Swishing Ashes