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Bluelighter
a body going through the motions of crying
words run cold like blood; no tears relieve
his first last word; the rustle of a throat's dry heave
it sounds like the barking of a dog
___gunfire's shattering epilogue
you feel the shotwound in your side
___(the bullet inside, you fail
___pick up the wrong crayon and
___create a new colour before you die)
who bothers! to trace along the lines
show the way to heaven, before you redefine
the golden sun-fire of the morning
___the ponies whistle and run
___as the gun fires a warning
and it beats you to death
and wins all your races
but you cry for the nothing that replaces
___the anguish in their faces
the longest way to heaven, the tears that redefine
the moments spent interlaced; bodies intertwined
beside the firelight, the gun cocks and the
barking of the dog; whistles
___(as the sunlight whispers)
its silent epilogue
words run cold like blood; no tears relieve
his first last word; the rustle of a throat's dry heave
it sounds like the barking of a dog
___gunfire's shattering epilogue
you feel the shotwound in your side
___(the bullet inside, you fail
___pick up the wrong crayon and
___create a new colour before you die)
who bothers! to trace along the lines
show the way to heaven, before you redefine
the golden sun-fire of the morning
___the ponies whistle and run
___as the gun fires a warning
and it beats you to death
and wins all your races
but you cry for the nothing that replaces
___the anguish in their faces
the longest way to heaven, the tears that redefine
the moments spent interlaced; bodies intertwined
beside the firelight, the gun cocks and the
barking of the dog; whistles
___(as the sunlight whispers)
its silent epilogue
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