Monday, October 31, 2011

I think

Who am I?
Who am I?
What is the game?
With the words said.
What's do you have there?
What are you holding so precious?
Sweet Gandalf and your secrets in the dark?
I have a dream I want to remember
it was something you're stealing
Raising up cattle for milk
to run from your mouth
in boardrooms clapping
out the side of your mouth
tongue lolling over-consumption
time for sleep.
Duh. With the bottle out
because you've had enough.
My tits are dry
and I'm beating my children
In an alcoholic rage
because it was never enough.
But I raise my arms to the sky
black wings hidden
Who am I?
(The many among the few)
In rain swept streets at midnight
through the fog,
the desert sand,
swimming under the sea,
with the help of elephants and Indians
Coming for you.

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