all hell breaks loose
bodies are wrenched out of dirt
harmonicas bones
pulled out of dirty red bandanas
playin' soft bones crying
windshield wipers slappin'
time planets turning
the sky grew dead
the day we heard
soft bones cried
I sat out the back
smoking again burning
holes the size of gold coins
in the fabric reclining
under stars
that kept falling, shooting
random words spilt out of the 7 o'clock news
across the fence, the elderly Dutch neighbours
have the volume maxed up:
soil samples taken from a shovel
so where did you bury the body mate?
bushwalkers stumbling
he said she left to clear her head
a rotting kangaroo that's what it smelt like
a rotting kangaroo that's what it smelt like
the day we heard
I sat out the back
smoking again burning
holes in the sky growing dark
darker all of a sudden
watching planets turn
top up the tumblers no name Merlot
don't even think of the liver
listen to the dogs, howl
sing the blues, moody
planets turn soft bones wail
pull them out of a dirty red bandana:
harmonicas bones
scribble an obituary on the back of a napkin
where do I start what do I say
Dear Kristen, So brill. Really. A balance like music, that insistent rhythm, one soundtrack of a tragedy.
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and I couldn't help think of Janis coming back to see what had happened while she was away ... and then I thought, why not Jimmy and Jim and well... the list could go on and on
Such a good job! i love this pulse!
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