days of hysterical trench confessions
in quiet public places in golden olden ritual
events come home to pass away
some walk in and some lie in
thick young blood
as never before
disillusioned as never before as never before
thick trench confessions
in the spirit of the moment
some believe fortitude as never before and
thick blood reeks
vulgar new lies and old age frankness
old bodies and profound waste
liars in public places and
liars in public places and
even tempered frankness
relived
before frankness liars
liars in public places
in old ritual magic
confessions and disillusionment and
knowledge of nothing in particular and
even now the city is full of gazes
© 2007 Charlie Newman
Charlie Newman
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3.3.08
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days of hysterical trench confessions in quiet public places in golden olden ritual events come home to pass away some walk in and some lie in thick young blood as never before disillusioned as never before as never before thick trench confessions in the spirit of the moment some believe fortitude as never before and thick blood reeks vulgar new lies and old age frankness old bodies and profound waste liars in public places and liars in public places and even tempered frankness relived before frankness liars liars in public places in old ritual magic confessions and disillusionment and knowledge of nothing in particular and even now the city is full of gazes © 2007 Charlie Newman |
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