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By David Blaine, on 27-09-2007 07:13

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this is apocalyptic
(or, fucking in the street after
the tanks killed my brother)


did you see them move in
their tanks and vacant eyes
vacant from too many days in the desert
and too many dead man tales

he had hips like a shotgun
double-barreled
boom
he came twice
a gynecological heartache standing
at the edge of the night
he introduced himself as james
like dean? i asked
like morrison he replied
and we fucked violently

did you see their tanks
the low-key eyes of a criminal
they moved in
they destroyed
took the last remaining piece of humanity
from the heart of civilization

amid the chaos we fucked
in flames we fucked
in love we destroyed

did you see them move in
with their bombs and stories of death
did you see them kill my brother
did you see them kill your son

jen best is a writer living in montreal. she enjoys
lots of things but mainly books, boys and beer. her
blog can be found at the esoteric diaries of an existentialist girl

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