Ink Demeanor Inc. (feat. jube jube)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, February 4, 2013 Under: Poetry

Organisms that live inside of the black liquid conjoin
Nuclear wastelands make up the islands of today
The perfect vacation spot is right up mushroom hill
It’s as unbeneficial as a dead instrument
Lying on the battlefield grass,
Irish cemetary, still

The islet stands as a beacon to lost travellers
Stomached in the wasteland of blue tinged with sunlight
The boiling water producing geysers of sulfurous gas
Ash encrusted cave drawings crudely sketched on walls of gravel
- Funk music blaring..
Drink vodka to another day, another case lost
Stand in the Sierra Mist limelight and free the slaves once and for all.

Let it drip from the cocoa leaf
And savor the childhood moment in blackwood dust.

In : Poetry 

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