10.16.2008

HEROES ARE SO LONG

any fault of theirs is good

a one wrapped in fives
a surgery for fun

the passed down stay up
a nose
dishes
other things lay down

one time I lost a mortal god a dog soul the fate smell
I knew all haunting was privilege
that a wish can be 3-D

there‘d been grace around and it fell all over

a dick is a thick way to say it
a telephone is a place to reform it

a mother reiterates
we recite
recite
sing

believe ghosts
suppose all kinds of mirrors

heroes are gilded then golden so long
they didn't do anything wrong
I like what they did wrong