party like a cockstar

shane deruise

here come voices of dissent; my thesis is that she’s beautiful; beautiful
snow white eating bean curd and little white lights; the crescent moon
missing her singing to the radio, i’m ubiquitous though incomplete, lonely, lonely,
in this mess; she won’t see,
and one day of every year, i show my face again; disfigured by your
breath, prayer hands, and unchained voice
god sends his closure in toxins, he yells at me to be brave;

well, you’ve undone the soldier in me; and when you’ve finally
gone asleep, swimming in sonar dreams, bringing the weather:

tomorrow, tomorrow, i’ll still be alive

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