Horned Doom metal, the treader who
Bows steak-ward metal like circumference.
Hedge metal to the toad, peeping to your garbage.
Garbage metal like the dream, all
Wound down, to spires and mold stretches.
Gleam metal, like the hair in the sink.
Roach metal who promenades through crumbles
The leaning heart metal who chimes
Gravity wide, the crunch metal, vertebrate
Dangle metal, loose baggie metal
Some over the face metal, some caved in metal,
Shank metal and bereaved grind scorn metal
Tied up in burlap metal, the shaded avenue metal
Who feeds in the wreckage, the sucking metal.
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Friday, August 11, 2006
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