Friday, November 4, 2011

grab and run

torture by the mob
floating from the ground
like it turns and snows
the garden is flooded with letters
from the members of the mafia
breeding grounds for the dark
masters of waste managements
and the emptiness of focusing
on one object is enormous
it's challenging and heartbreaking
like a mouse on a leash
and the break comes before the end of this song.

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