Monday, April 18, 2011

The Devil of Samizdat

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Carried along on drifting wind
until I flew out of heaven
and hit the pounded ground
bumping down on hard-earned admiration
with a kiss for a promise
and a bell
to draw me a deep soul
and end up striking out from
the clutches
of waiting sirens


generous lucifer
has a handful of coins
and he is paying for all this drama
his cash is counted moment to moment
less wise you may find
him falling apart
and weeping in thirst
giving a rambling answer
to the thing you lost.
why bury the killer
when he has so much wisdom?

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