miércoles, 27 de enero de 2010

Guns and Ghosts



"Sailing, crying,
fighting, diving,
kicking, laughing,
drifting...away.

The strings,
the kings, the queens,
the spades, the clubs,
the diamonds, the hearts,
the hills, the deep,
the drums, the drums...
it sounds.

And she laughs...
gets harder, we love her,
gets even harder,
we push a lot more,
and it does not matter,
how hard it bones,
we love that whore.

At the end,
colors in the sky,
wings and flippers,
deserts and jungles,
sunsets, sunrises,
dusks and dawns.

Smile
in my face,
bubble gums,
explode like
guns.

ghosts...
hush,
hush.

Ghosts and Guns".


Ja!