Friday, October 7, 2011


little magic

my blast-femurs chant to an unknown
like they're sending messages up there
I can feel their surly twitch

got some gods on the mind!
maybe, baby
we're talking about an all too soon
birth of the daughter of the devil
full grown
with a red hat
green eyes
a mystifying glance
decked with whip and scepter
neck tender
and the legs of a goat

but that is just suspension
cause I know the intention
blast-femurs, blast-femurs
arms that never give no reasons

s. sparling

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