Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Trickster

There is a ring around the moon
and a ring around your finger
I burn continents with my right hand
Make rivers run red
with my sorrow
You cannot imagine the pain
in my chest
how it twists when I wake
from these dreams
I terrorize the Gods
and throw them from their thrones
Burning gasoline
I speed across the horizon

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