Drying stains
Spell things in words uneasily
In crowded pens
A drying mouth's final hiss of growing limbs
Faster than the skin
Arrows pointing to the thunder of the tanks in vacant lots

Down dark pathways
Special paintings line the wall
The ghastly glow of broken saints
The cheeks of working flames burn blue
And spit out words - "see what we've done we stayed up all this life for you, and now you owe this much for good"
Here on your shoulders till we're

When at first it's all in fun once

When at first it's all in fun once
White's misshapen eyes glued shut then

Drying stains
Spell things in words uneasily
In crowded pens
A drying mouth's final hiss of growing limbs
Faster than the skin
Arrows pointing to the thunder of the tanks in vacant-

When at first it's all in fun once

When at first it's all in fun once
White's misshapen eyes glued shut then

In words
In pens
In limbs
Faster than the skin
Sick limp of tin on tongue
Shoulders pushing through
Cut line In waves of blue hiss of growing limbs
Live ice in dreams of tin
All in crowded pens


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