tarantella
the dance is done
heels spin backwards
heads roll down
like sleepy eyes
full of nod
our hearts no longer
butcher
themselves
in favor
of hosting a new dance
some
where
out there in the cosmos soiree’
so we
leave this
place
in the form of everlasting comets
blazing into the next forever &
all the other forevers left to come
neutral milk
cascades of shininess come forth
washing out the corners of the last
drip dried in place for the hardening
forms taking new shapes against a
cold, dark background of dead end
love stories lost to the void of quiet
observations that once meant progress
now, just a last gasp before letting go
apocalyptica
she was mine
I was hers
we both knew
nothing
ever really
posessed
anything
but, it felt good
to have someone
besides yourself
to hold onto
while the ash winds
blew into our faces
that were
smeared with the
blood of our enemies
we had kept the one
promise that mattered
the one agreement
that was most meaningful
& now we were ready
to die together
the way
we had wanted it
to happen
nothing else had ever mattered
nothing else ever would
A. Razor is pretty beaten up, but still fights the powers that beat. Co-Founder Punk Hostage Press & Words As Works.
