MACHINES

Jun 10, 2005 13:02

cease this disturbance of the peace
if peace be what i see.
i can't touch it, can't feel it.
i CAN hear it.
 that tat-tat-tat...
she continues to wipe up
the blood of his bitten bullet
that sprays all nations.
she can't touch it, can't hear it.
she CAN see it; see it in some words
 that tat-tat-tat...
he continues to take her sweat
that jumps out of her pores
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rhythmythyc June 11 2005, 01:05:07 UTC
Ah, poetry. ::smiles::

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