Trying To Give Him a Me Complex
i made me in my imagemation
you multi-faceted pymarid head
where only slowly the dust
bathes in the dead
Stick your heaven up your Jumper
plucked angel wings for the barbecue
you your son with your ghosts
i will make you tremble
pulling clouds beneath your feet
your gates of gold
unhinged in uncaring shades
the one counting the days
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