A tidal wave intent on destruction
like a bare-naked curse waved deep on the eve of night
this boy leaves his circle to find what was once lost
a malevolent kiss to the night's friend
a shadow traces the sky
a hair fights the table on the race to the end
no one can see the day
only after it's divided by the bacteria
follow me to the night
this is where we sing and dance
smoke until the evening fades
breathe until the oxygen depletes itself of natural neutrality
like an incandescent illuminating guillotine
terry on the teddy's hold
the yolk of the ulcer nudges it's monster-like head from the fetus
jump into the day
the pool is quite clean
immaculate is the word
the game is for fools
Ganj Reviewed by Ganj on . Another shot at this. A tidal wave intent on destruction like a bare-naked curse waved deep on the eve of night this boy leaves his circle to find what was once lost a malevolent kiss to the night's friend a shadow traces the sky a hair fights the table on the race to the end no one can see the day only after it's divided by the bacteria follow me to the night this is where we sing and dance Rating: 5