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on the groun-
            -d found out, abound
                             -ing, he sounds,
               around,
   ;and he drowned - in her wedding gown, unwound
on the back of her hand,
   a    hundered
  tiny
  pieces
    of
   broken glass
  broke brass,
   in her wedding gown,
  he drowned,
     in sound, down
                   on the roof of the heady
                                        mouth,
                                     drilling for diamonds
                              and bills he
                              can't pay; no food
                                             this week

    no bills no bills no bills this week - so weak
(and he killed himself in a little brass town, he drowned;
in sound, around around, her half-tuned well-worn dead wedding
gown, on the corpse of her skeleton)

       the taste / of steely cold nothingness
    he drowned / in his mirror on the 5th of this down day
no bills; no bills; no bills to pay
      just wet floorboards on the 5th of may,

and today - he shot himself in a dead mirror,
and i say, that day was never any nearer
    and clear: the sky
                       a diamond of day
                                   light
                 lit in small town nervousness
              with keys on strings on key
                   chains chaining him
                   to his faulty death
                       .





  he woke up in
          his paper room,
            brown, and clear, this diamond sky;
    saphhires in your moonlooped eyes; and near - this never-noon neversaw it coming
and these brown-black-eyes, half truths scorched by whispers,
      and beaten brow
                     -n, you clown: you never saw it coming

boned and broke
         bound in leather
            He loves him,
                 he hates me,
                  brown,
                  bound,
               "I love you,"
                       spoken with a soft fist,
                             fishing for bruised
                               skin in his
                                  deep blue tears
                                    and great white sweat,

       "I love you like you tell me to"

bound in this smoke,
  this is never getting nearer
aboveground; he spoke
  i can't believe you did this

   shill screams out of nothing it seems
it was never so easy

crooked face,
     and this verse on the 5th of May -

  he lost his wife/life on the 5th of today,
       drowned in dead whispers and chained; in a way,
   lost and delivered he never found why -
         this brown-down-dead-dirt wedding gown;

        and her
so f  t skeleton,
          and those
     d . r . y . bones
in the closet,
        he left them alone.

"and you never looked so beautiful as you do now,
in halflight; it's alright - say something to me, please,
please, say something to me"

        2nd in a second, met with a tatooed fist -
leftLove rightHate you never knew which

dead lines and incarnidine dreams,
    and clear; the sky;
          diamond it seems

    so tell me;yell me; bound and broke
   another half-whispered-truth / dead and baroque

a sort of force on the skull ; seperates into faultlines
    whispers and lulls, another dull landmine,
  winding and full, he said "you'll always be mine"
    pragmatic and cold,the faultlines in this dead spine  ///

nouns, they sound,
   cheating themselves in an attempt to say
that this half-salience was never any nearer than the
whispers on your chest;
    or that it is now; in the brown eyes of may;

    becuase soon i will see your eyes as if they were new,
cut out round,
sounding down, to the ground; in whispers and sounds

he was quietly told by
              by his quiet, bold
   tremors, his browns,
                 his blacks,
                 his blues,
    that they blew,        better than you
               with a quiet smile,
               and ruffled hair,
               offcenter with sleep,

  and dressed in a
  wedding gown ground up
  in his      love,  he fell,

  and with that one final sound




  he had made himself


















































  drown.

Description
on the groun-
            -d found out, abound
                             -ing, he sounds,
               around,
   ;and he drowned - in her wedding gown, unwound
on the back of her hand,
   a    hundered
  tiny
  pieces
    of
   broken glass
  broke brass,
   in her wedding gown,
  he drowned,
     in sound, down
                   on the roof of the heady
                                        mouth,
                                     drilling for diamonds
                              and bills he
                              can't pay; no food
                                             this week

    no bills no bills no bills this week - so weak
(and he killed himself in a little brass town, he drowned;
in sound, around around, her half-tuned well-worn dead wedding
gown, on the corpse of her skeleton)

       the taste / of steely cold nothingness
    he drowned / in his mirror on the 5th of this down day
no bills; no bills; no bills to pay
      just wet floorboards on the 5th of may,

and today - he shot himself in a dead mirror,
and i say, that day was never any nearer
    and clear: the sky
                       a diamond of day
                                   light
                 lit in small town nervousness
              with keys on strings on key
                   chains chaining him
                   to his faulty death
                       .





  he woke up in
          his paper room,
            brown, and clear, this diamond sky;
    saphhires in your moonlooped eyes; and near - this never-noon neversaw it coming
and these brown-black-eyes, half truths scorched by whispers,
      and beaten brow
                     -n, you clown: you never saw it coming

boned and broke
         bound in leather
            He loves him,
                 he hates me,
                  brown,
                  bound,
               "I love you,"
                       spoken with a soft fist,
                             fishing for bruised
                               skin in his
                                  deep blue tears
                                    and great white sweat,

       "I love you like you tell me to"

bound in this smoke,
  this is never getting nearer
aboveground; he spoke
  i can't believe you did this

   shill screams out of nothing it seems
it was never so easy

crooked face,
     and this verse on the 5th of May -

  he lost his wife/life on the 5th of today,
       drowned in dead whispers and chained; in a way,
   lost and delivered he never found why -
         this brown-down-dead-dirt wedding gown;

        and her
so f  t skeleton,
          and those
     d . r . y . bones
in the closet,
        he left them alone.

"and you never looked so beautiful as you do now,
in halflight; it's alright - say something to me, please,
please, say something to me"

        2nd in a second, met with a tatooed fist -
leftLove rightHate you never knew which

dead lines and incarnidine dreams,
    and clear; the sky;
          diamond it seems

    so tell me;yell me; bound and broke
   another half-whispered-truth / dead and baroque

a sort of force on the skull ; seperates into faultlines
    whispers and lulls, another dull landmine,
  winding and full, he said "you'll always be mine"
    pragmatic and cold,the faultlines in this dead spine  ///

nouns, they sound,
   cheating themselves in an attempt to say
that this half-salience was never any nearer than the
whispers on your chest;
    or that it is now; in the brown eyes of may;

    becuase soon i will see your eyes as if they were new,
cut out round,
sounding down, to the ground; in whispers and sounds

he was quietly told by
              by his quiet, bold
   tremors, his browns,
                 his blacks,
                 his blues,
    that they blew,        better than you
               with a quiet smile,
               and ruffled hair,
               offcenter with sleep,

  and dressed in a
  wedding gown ground up
  in his      love,  he fell,

  and with that one final sound




  he had made himself


















































  drown.