Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I am a moon made of copper.

I am a moon made of copper:
Made of glass
I will know your dreams
I will eat your memories
I will devour your love
I will tear down the night
Drive down your roads
Past your homes
Your sleeping families
Your tender dreams
I will skin them like a cat
Put your chair against the door
The butcher knife on the counter
The pills by the water
I will wring you dry
Like a wet rag
I am a moon made of copper
Made of glass
Made of war
Crushing stones in my mouth
I will burn down your cities
I will love my woman
I will pay my lawyer
I will think about the small rooms
Before the parasites
Before I made you these promises
Before I took it all back from you.

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