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Paralysis of Shorty Babylon |
Did you find your wings,
Shorty Babylon
Nailed to the seat
Of the very concrete?
Gravitation is a bastard with the shakes.
Did you find your heart
Flayed and dissected
Through the mind’s handsome art?
Shorty Babylon drinks his darkening skin
And listens to the symphony, right at the part
Where the hammering begins.
copyright 2013
Alex
Johnson |
