26 April, 2009

Wow, my first pantoum is really morbid

Drugs, procedures, and operations never allowed us to leap this high.
Barbed lightning discharged an undercurrent to the earth-worn sky
There is nothing left to alleviate the strangled cries of the smoking flesh.
Or amphetamine would have shot us to the rush of yesteryear.

Barbed lightning discharged an undercurrent to the earth-worn sky
We lied in rain puddles, holding brittle hands encased in thick gloves
Or amphetamine would have shot us to the rush of yesteryear
And all the justices of the world could never make it right again.

We lied in rain puddles, holding brittle hands encased in thick gloves
Mother Nature was paying the toll of the shifting tones of our self-pollution
And all the justices of the world could never make it right again.
Our bodies were dying, the urban seas dried up like wrinkly prunes.

Mother Nature was paying the toll of the shifting tones of our self-pollution
There is nothing left to alleviate the strangled cries of the smoking flesh
Our bodies were dying, the urban seas dried up like wrinkly prunes.
Drugs, procedures, and operations never allowed us to leap this high.

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