Monday, February 07, 2011

already dead before we hit

staring at the back of the guy's head
in front
as we ride up into the mountains
he keeps turning around pretending to cough
he is an old guy with a beard
and I am ignoring him
the bus is a slow diesel grumble up the hillside
to where the crystals are
I don't want to buy any
I am only here for the disaster
but here
we enter
or some messed up thing like that
going somewhere anyway
somewhere high
somewhere that sparkles like cold mornings
somewhere up there
goats jumping with wings and things
fairies throwing down rocks
up we struggle
back of his neck
stuff like that
he keeps coughing
gonna punch him in a minute
he keeps doing that shit

no need for that in paradise
just put the bucket back on your head


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