Friday, April 12, 2013

There's Blood Pooling in the Paint. For the man in California. (11/30)

Maybe he just walked in to buy paint for his bathroom.
     Gray Haven, Steel-Cold Pistol, Nearly White on White,
     Crushed Bones in the Sun, Crossroad Stone, Springtime Sprigs.

But that hack-saw, that hack-saw in aisle 9: a mistress to take his heart.

Fuck that bathroom and her it's botched up walls -
He wanted to feel.
Or die.

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