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The Messanger in the NightWe are like goofy lovesick dogs
Drinking rum around the fire
And grinning sheepishly
As we gaze into each others eyes
Simply feeling the warmth
This glowing hot white light
That comes within us
Not about us
Then our limbs entwine
Saving ourselves from the world
That tells us
What we should believe
How to live our lives
Makes us sick
As we toss the Vogue
Into the embers
Burning a brighter blue
Its the glow inside
That makes us
Breathe this into life
Lust ChanceThe feel of your breath on my neck
I wonder where it all goes next
Because I cant feel my fingers anymore
Laced with yours, I know.
Yet I cant move from where I am
Deadened, wronged, silenced
The air we breathe is hard to grasp
Our conscience selves have ran
Fleeing with the river of sweet sunshine
Everything is numb
No kisses, no love, no eye contact
I see how this game is played
Your heart is guilty
Mine is, too
Yet here we lay
Hearts in disarray
Bodies just vessels for animal instinct
But when we wake
Our minds will come to us
And we will pass each other
As strangers, shadows, reveries.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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