Baby Heatwave & the Death of Cracked Winter WindowsA Poem by Jerusalem CricketThe Grey area
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peyote nothing to eat lord made em sick prayed to jesus in a backseat after birth behemoth's armpit the end. the end the end the end is near white flags folded in memoriam klansmen's hoods bartered goods for gunpowder kinds who werent designed for human eyes to see cause see son their light is blinding. they sleep when the sun is shining lying in a field of drug flowers. hugs for smokes & hot showers. what's the headcount. man I was done yesterday. I'm sitting here suffocating numb to the new world attitude & outcome smothered in carnal crimson summer not for money or love or anything or anyone. I'm just sitting here burning under the moon thinking about alpha omega & who took it upon themselves to leave out the in-betweens. godless heathens. screechy gospel that goes on for days straight trip no stops. © 2015 Jerusalem CricketAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 27, 2015 Last Updated on June 27, 2015 AuthorJerusalem CricketCAAboutStuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..Writing
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