My Sunday sky

January 24, 2008
My Sunday sky
A cerulean green
Wraps up the bottom of our sensual scenes.
My holocaust head bites off my holocaust body
It’s every man for a piece of bread
And we’re all starving hungry.
My gray sky is clouded with a bomb drop
And my eyes full of ash is my last sight
Until night.

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