Lucky Thirteen

it's in blood

i suppose

breaking jars

i'm no good

as the prodigal son



and i know that you're mesmerized

you had a vision, made these laws

and sanitized, are we above desires

i miss him so



you are so fucked

it has begun

revolution crawls

all over you

i was listening



you light up the sky

and scrape out your skull

your lovely face

will never be claimed thrice



and we're so unlikely to

upon my wrists i bear the cross

my losses mount as i climb across the home

of my own soul



i'll claim my prize

i don't exist

i am divine

a ghost with eyes



[billy: yeah, vietnam.]

[james: you headin' to vietnam?]

[unknown: yes, i need to be at the co-op.]

[unknown: thanks dude.]

[jimmy: i'm jungle-drummed out, man.]




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