Monday, March 7, 2011

sheep dreams (to be spoken)

its a boy
think i’ll call him roy
batty, the kid’s prissy
doesn’t know his life’ll fly
so quickly
roy’ll cee beams
glitter gleam in the dark
near tannhauser gate,
and shit go real
off the shoulder of orion,
you can only kill
him, you can’t fight him
fair, ain’t no such thing
as a deal that’s square
bird in the rain, time to die

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