February 08, 2005

R.I.P. Nick Kilroy


'invisible passenger took my hands in dawn sleep of water music - Broken towers intersect cigarette smoke memory of each other... And zero time to the sick tracks - a long time between suns I held the stale overcoat - sliding between light and shadow - Cross the wounded galaxies we intersect, poison of dead sun in your brain slowly fading - Migrants of ape in gasoline rack of history, explosive bio-advance out of space to neon... Pass without doing our ticket - Mountain wind of Saturn in the morning sky - from the death trauma weary goodbye then.'

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