Degenerates,
Yes it is a New
Year. Count only what needs to be
recorded, what needs to be exchanged.
Change comes not with numbers, but with action. The page is turned by the hand not by the
numbers on the page.
-DBL
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A
Perished Rose
A
Salty Brick
On
my chest
smelled
so sweet
Looking
down
at
a frown
When
it was ripped
from
my chest
Left
to me
Minus
3
Severed
limbs
appropriately
I
remained
to
agree
I
accept
this
side of me
No
more chance
to
take up arms
I
chose the weapon
accordingly
Never
felt
the
need to see
the
role that
was
placed on me
Rendered
small
with
a task
to
sweep around
the
chimney
Several
times
I
even spoke
of
the feeling
so
tenderly
Shame
I found
starved
the hounds
Made
me feel
so
heavenly
Body
red
Never
dead
Raising
clouds
from
the dirt
Coughing
loud
Cutting
ties
Finding
source
in
dirty knees
Found
a way
to
be free
in
my chore
left
to me
With
every movement
of
my hand
always
came
like
a lance
Carving
up
Ivory
Bark
Made of stone
never
dark
On
my chest
there’s
a stem
Pull
it hard
Lets
begin