Thursday, June 2, 2011

radio | silence

                                           i listened to the the waves of amplified sand that sang
                                           the only boy that could ever reach me
                                           was the son of a preacher-man and,
                                           i always sleep with my guns when you're gone

                                           i keened at nothing at all, the soundless creep
                                           of the white train overhead, the road that sloughed sleek down the slant
                                           into gold and green of a city soaked in smooth vermouth smoke
                                           and flame

                                           it's so quiet when all that keeps the time is
                                           mechanics tining inside a bold and clock-cold heart

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