Those Who Love Me Can Take The Train

Yes
under the night
hanging like bus handles
We became heavy.
Yes.

We became heartless
Yes.
All because we liked our Gods a little miserable?
We have such delicate throats
That one can see through their narcotic belongingness.

We cry blood oceans and artery murders to the voiceless night,
but all we hear is the universe resound with the neon galaxies of fat hearts

Our lifeness contracts like spun jellyfish
over the bend of the world's elbow
Because
yes
because we were rendered
impoverished by the realities of
footpaths
film photographs
braindust
(Really,
father?)
hammers
mint candies
cheap underwear
and
liar's fingers.

And so
Tonight, for all the damnworldtosee
we pirouette in our twin blouses.

HEREIN LIES THE MAD RUMOUR OF GRACE
1989- 1989
R.I.P.