Paste

By Mute Serenade

I open my eyes
Follow the cigarrette trail to the ceiling
I blink
One eye closes faster
Midnight
I jones for stale words
Think on your feet
Be your MotherFucking goal.

I close my eyes
I can wash my hands of all of this
And follow dust trails to sand
Think on your toes
Jones for stale sounds
Midnight closes faster
I blink.

I think
Wash my hands in dust
I jones for this
Be your stale words and sore feet
Follow Midnight
All of this
So Much Faster
I blink.

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Copyright 2004 Mute Serenade
Published on Tuesday, February 10, 2004.     Filed under:
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Comments on "Paste"

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  • carlosjackal On Sunday, September 17, 2017, carlosjackal (2788)By person wrote:

    Words fail me. This is just so, so good. This is totes brah.

  • blue On Wednesday, November 24, 2004, blue (1409)By person wrote:

    haha, 'one eye closes faster' lol. that's attention to detail! brilliant.

  • sulkylime On Sunday, March 21, 2004, sulkylime (191)By person wrote:

    Ooo.. i like this.. alot. (can't think of anything else to say.) blink blink.

  • capt_funguy On Monday, February 16, 2004, capt_funguy (777)By person wrote:

    you're capturing a dragged relationship so well , step by step , work by work ... freakin' me out ... funguy


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