Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible....follow the thread back...
WHEN YOU RUN OUT OF AIR?
black galleons eat the sky
until all the clouds are gone
and our skin is burned bare
the madonna of chandeliers
in her dress of broken beer bottles
sits weeping in your desert
the sand dances around her
each grain a word you said
and you are all i hear, but
she cannot hear anything
black galleons ate the sky
and stars loom large—cold
and dead
notes: the title of this poem comes from tiffany’s “the protestant ethic”
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