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Post by 9Rockstar9 on Apr 21, 2007 8:29:27 GMT
THE ANATOMY OF ROCK
The 1st electric wildness came over the people on sweet Friday. Sweat was in the air. The channel beamed, token of power. Incense brewed darkly. Who could tell them that here it would end?
One school bus crashed w/ a train. This was the Crossroads. Mercury stained. I couldn't get out of my seat. The road was littered w/ dead jitterbugs. Help, we'll be late for class.
The secret flurry of rumor marched over the yard & pinned us unwittingly Mt. fever. A girl stripped naked on the base of the flagpole.
In the restrooms all was cool & silent w/ the salt-green of latrines. Blankets were needed.
Ropes fluttered. Smiles flattered & haunted.
Lockers pried open & secrets discovered.
Ah sweet music.
Wild sounds in the night Angel siren voices. The baying of great hounds. Cars screaming thru gears & shrieks on the wild road Where the tires skip & slide into dangerous curves.
Favorite corners. Cheerleaders raped in summer buildings. Holding hands & bopping toward Sunday.
Those lean sweet desperate hours.
Time searched the hallways for a mind. Hands kept time. The climate altered like a visible dance.
Night-time women. Wondrous sacraments of doubt Sprang sullen in bursts of fear & guilt in the womb's pit hole below The belt of the beast
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