Burroughs

your spirit
blackens everything at your fingers

and i am bones of the sun

and you can see how people
shake with electricity

shake with the right hand
shake like leaves

and of the tongue
something old under your breath
something dead
something on the brink of words

i can feel tension, blame,
a need to control... everything

i can feel tension
even in the walls

flowers can only wilt
flies can only lay eggs

complexions can only go pale


we cannot burn a bridge
that was never built


a lynx on baldy
and i am not your son

week-old snow in texas
and i am not your son

year zero
and i am not your son

lights in the sky
and i am not your son


"smash the control images
smash the control machine"