Arobatic Articulation 2002-08-02
Feasting on a steady diet Of Beignets and memories And looking for a cure To a disease that has no name The heat and humidity purging me Forcing these self-poisons through my skin Though my eyes Through my mouth And through my fingers I give my confession to the streets Rather than the priests Because that warm concrete Has always been more understanding I say a prayer for you And then one too you Even though I know you don't Consciously hear it I always did have a habit Of talking too low Unless on stage... ~Matt Magus
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