I asked the saints if they could watch us
Over nights that seemed so lost
But there was camphor between the floorboards
And this house just burned alone
If a god had made us to be permanent
I think we'd bore ourselves to death
But I still wish you'd have survived this
Instead of kicking through my mess
You should know I just wanted you to love me
I hope you know that's all I asked
Now the view is getting darker
As will-o-the-wisps forget to grieve
If there were saints here to lead us
I think they've quietly taken leave
So if the moment comes to pass now
That I find my heart retreats
She'll come to find me with a wood axe
I think she knows the woods of my chest
And she'll leave splinters in her tracks
Please don't forget me
No matter how much our time does rot
I'm a black eel in the baptist's river
And she's the ankle my teeth have sought
If I ever have a son
I'll tell him of the daughters that I broke
The faith I lost in spite of my mouth
She should know I'm not made of oak
So when we dance past the landmines
Hold my hand and trust your feet
If god is the thing that makes you whole
Then love is the only god I need
Listen, it takes a lot of time to get free. To break off from the up-and-at'em mentality of the weekday and just fucking relax. You take a week, two weeks off and those first...
To the epithet of love, I make a stand for you and yours
I've been forgotten by the tribe that couldn't stand for you and I
There's nothing left of me for you to bury
Does the wailing...
REVISION: I'm going to set the deadline for this request at two (count'em, 2) weeks from now. That means all videos and contributions should be in by Tuesday, August 11th. Now,...
Out along the promenade, the shrill call of seagulls sound out on the bay, asking for the sun to return to the coast. Their as lost as this island. Once at home amongst the poplar...
No more teeth for the pauper, lost them all for a piece of meat
More gristle than fat off a bone I couldn't eat
If we continue to pull down paradise, eventually god won't rebuild it
"...beasts of all natures come to swell at the pit. They gather around hell to watch us and our children wallow in the fire."
Big, streaky drags of motor oil were smudged across...
The legacy of the ocean is to bring me to shore
And know that its wilds were written into tomes
Along the lasting coast will I set my feet to roam
Until the salt and your arms rest...
Arcane poets guzzling oil
To burn the demons right from their skin
Sweating out fevers
Like we could never let them in
Look back before you look forward
You'll see a world of loss
The aggregate of the beetle shells had turned to a thick paste in the mortar bowl. Sheffy, pushing and grinding the pestle with a stiff wrist, hocks a big glob of tobacco spit onto...
It's a matchbox devil in the holy rain
This entrance to the night is a deep-seated stain
My purgatory is a blessed place of peace and revelry and the most beautiful pain