Brickyard Resource 2002-08-02
Between my head and my right ankle Bionic implants are looking inviting Between the Christians Who need to pay more attention to thier Bibles And less to thier ministers And my own sins That seem to stalk me everywhere Running away is seductive Foreign cities call out to me Like the faked moans of a prostitute Or a certain ex But that's another series of poems entirely I know however That my sins will follow me Like a personal Moriarty Or Sherlock Holmes I'm not sure which I've become convinced That they're really the same person anyway Just a mis-step away from each other When two people are walking a tightrope Toward the center Someone is bound to fall Just as I have Fallen all the way To a sef-imposed exile with the rats No wings to carry me back into grace Just a wreck of flesh That was once called a man ~Matt Magus
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