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Untitled #3

by

Erin Weir

Ultra suede beats sat in corners

expanding their minds
and my entire world came together and fell apart

saving the grace that didn't quite exsist
Entire infrastructures

webbed with blank faces, innocence
or confusion?
Perfect reality hung somewhere
way up, above the thick skulls

the thick smoke
Pretenses set and triggered

like silent alarms

Eyes to reflect Kerouac's print

not unrestrained exquisite soul

Discussing implanted heart-fire
but it never truly set them ablaze

It didn't matter

as they drowned in their coffee

Untitled and Unfelt

by

Erin Weir

Techno beauties can fall from outer space

and I wonder if there is a god left in my head

With the sun about to claim the sky

red the surrounds me

Everything is sugar coated

smooth to help it all go down

Scream when you burn and the air is thick thick

smoke and shards of glass

Laughed so hard

belly rolling in stitches

drowning in water under proverbial bridges

set on fire

Someday we'll be heroes

when it all matters or doesn't

We're not living in the same world

we won't fall as champions

we won't die in vain

I'm sorry but I think i'm paranoid

this hero worship has me breaking down

When I look at the sun

and my eyes don't burn

I reach to grasp reality

Step on a crack breaks nothing anymore

and all of my convictions are gone

Everything torn at the seams

and no one has the desire to sew it back together

I'm just not strong enough to care

Hellfire

by

Erin Weir

The sky convulsed in colourful fits of
epileptic seizures
Red and Purple
Yellow and Blue
Lightning slicing the static electric
like razor shrapnel
Carving intricate gashes
like that of torn flesh
Silver-grey clouds
heavy and pregnant
threaten to explode
as they roar past
crashing into the atomic horizon

The Underground Underworld

by

Erin Weir

Sticky Subculture drips thick from the walls
melted sugar, caramel glass
Defiance hangs suspended
from fiberoptic threads of flesh
Platinum spiders, Vixen red
Suck the Life the Blood the Purity
metal shockwaves radiating
bouncing off the tragic walls

Untitled Number Nothing

by

Erin Weir

Scribble on you, Crayola girl

Wax girl nontoxic jungle green and
salmon pink

Melt you in the sun, burnt sienna girl
Watch you bleed the rainbow

Thumbtacks

by

Erin Weir

Drag along skin
pinpoint needle head drops of blood
Crimson holes don't dig to China
ragged edges
desert Arizona back roads
maps of distress of fine tracery
Watch rust mixed blood small fear
from when you were six
No lockjaw here
more of a preference
not to open mouth scream

Flash Flood

by

Erin Weir

When the sun melted into the river
burned out, faded away
all we could see
were the cherries of our Kamels
And your face was soft
shadowed in silence, drenched in regret
The velvet sky was lit on fire
white sparkling flames
no bigger than diamonds
Our feet dangled off the bridge
Our brains set ablaze
Tiny little minds rioting against
reality and responsibility and curfews
The black rippling current
flushed it's way underneath us
Fast and Furious
rip tearing
through everything we tried to create
and everything we hoped to destroy
We bared our minds
to angels of sin
and watched
silently
with the cherries of our Kamels
searing holes into our eyes

July 5, 1998

by

Erin Weir

Swingin down streets made of paper and gold
fires burnin
in every eye
Cats on the prowl
claws in skin and
trust is trampled by an angry mob of suspicion
No one dares to breathe
Sweet little baby riders in
hot pants and fuchsia
go home before lunacy arrives
Silence
mouths shut
Voice of reason locked away
Sanity goes fleeing down an alley
stalked by paranoia
Streets rushed with red rivers
cool madmen drowning in fear
Take it as it comes, kids
there's no way out tonight

City of Angels

by

Erin Weir

Masquerade party
flowing into the wide empty spaces
of dislocated Venus
Starfuckers borne on a night
of warm heavy air
sweet with magnolia
Lialac and Sin
Gestures in fluid movement
falling softly
in and out of grace
Shrouded eyes hesitate
as the skies open up
flowing like milk
into restless minds