Thursday, July 15, 2010

I hope I'm holding
dirty hands
than ones that just don't care
bliss and chips
cold shoulders
shoot the shit
hold the shift
family crests
implode like shit
on the name of every ancestor
Our father
who isn't remembered
for slaving for the state
massacred by doctor bills
asked for our estate;

And I
was given advice
to sort and tame the wild
"All good men are equal,
and others stay on trial"
so the judges guilty verdict
stings and stuns the shadows
stalked sons and stunned daughters
are all posing on the gallow;
picture perfect picture
frames with over exposed
negatives
you told me this is where it ends
but its just where it begins.

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