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Feet of Clay

I watched you remove those pictures from your coat
I saw the needle there too
I tried to figure out the meanings to your notes
but I split cuz I was scared
I was scared
I was scared

Night descends upon all your vacant clucking drones
they will help you to sprout wings
your cursed yet beautiful like a slaughtered baby goat
you need water but drink gasoline

chewing tar illuminates a life so sad
you bleed away another day
the recycled nightmares from the same old scenes
a bronze regime with feet of clay

©2014, Timothy James Swenson