Nothing's as precious as a hole in the ground
or silver bullet words tearing flesh
and the burning eyes of another contract
signed
This scene, fascinating as it may seem
Respires, leaving on ly left hands,
Zeros, nothing and the same
As infinity unreleased.
You should know, nothing's as precious
This hole in the ground,
capturing darkness and precious metals
or an oscellating fan
suddenly
the grit
settles
in
my
eyes
and screaming metal on metal
and self involved newspapers
fold themselves with flesh and gold
a toenail here and there, painted
beautifully.
Perfumes and silver lips
all die away
with no though of the holes in the ground
you're a rustic charcoal lipstick,
a scarred primitive face
and orbital sanders, glass,
COHESIVE, NO?
but a sound so shrill like a beaten dog
or a crying earth, primitive,
indeed voluptuous
now.......... at 2am
voluptuous that now
you and I reside here
but nevertheless
nothing more
precious
than a hole in
the ground
Matthew Campbell 2001 |
