A collection of poems that were crafted to place pigments, textures to songs that I frequently visit or songs that have haunted my listening experiences.
9/18/12
After Some Fall "South of Heaven" by Slayer
And I have to insist.
Whatever festers and wears
Whatever was born to
fall
In the problem,
a
coming
fate
On a boarder,
of
a
trust
into
some something
spitting you
brown green earth.
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