Sunday, July 23, 2017

Rob Schackne #406 - A Faint Dictionary Of Scars (3) "Lord where it ends"

Ask where does it end
But where it always does
The end of a rope a cell
A drop of something in a bucket
Some fascist president
We won't be there

Say the State is doomed

Shit there will be others
And wherever that ends
Fuck that against the world
The unrepeated is repeatable
Fuck that against the world

Also say he’s rather small
To kick up against the pricks
The cicadas don’t get there first
Going towards the cool wind
And the unbroken heart
Maybe born to know

To pull means to push 
He spits the dummy
Fort-da is fun for the young
Wipe off most of the dirt
A little bit is good for him
The best scars he'll never see

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