Friday, 1 April 2005

magpie




a spike witch made of glue and bile
corpses for company and a cactus smile
a storm from the desert throws a rusty wheel
with words wrapped in paper, rapped in steel
faster than money 'n hotter than coal
no compromise for this tallow wick soul
no compromise nor no hollow words
crusty back, dry black, storm stack verbs
decaying corruption brings art to life
images spit verse that curse the strife
unconvential, uncomfortable- a flight without wings
magpie eyes cut conventions strings



words by cocaine jesus

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