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Saturday, August 2, 2008

August, Oh, August


Notes From Underground

I feel the hot breath

Of a city

Pant

Up and down my back


Alone

I roam

Streets of stone

In search of

A heart attack

As home left me

Or I

Left home

We said good bye

And never looked back

II

Last Night

Life

Was a pretty girl

My tongue did a twirl

Around her sweet pearl

She came, and She came

As She wept

Then she slept

Hair like gossamer

Skin like a whisper

Moan like a blade

That could kill ya

Her lips so soft

Her legs held aloft

She tastes like Stoli vanilla

III

Alone on a train

No one to blame

For sweat and

Heat

Of August

On track underground

With hell and the sound

Of memory

That will forever

Dog us