Shell from Sawed-Off

Shell from Sawed-Off

A Poem by Criss Jami

I'm aware that

They'll dare me to surrender when my burner's unkindled

And the barrel is empty

Since their whiskey is missing

 

But it's in our blood and baby it's trickling and

We're on a roll

 

I heard from her and her merciless curves

That the curse'll come first

Just 'fore the rebirth

It's a thought that gets lost when you pitch it with a cross

O'er a plate made of moss so

 

I'll name it Shell from Sawed-Off

As I paint Hell from Far-Off

 

Like the Seraphim cherishing the heart

Who can't turn from the art

Like embarrassing a perishing enemy

Yeah, one last taunt

 

When told to listen as though it'd fix it

Something went missing

Although I didn't miss it

A relation on a ship quite distant and

Slightly free

Where the ocean switched and the compass died instantly

 

Oh it's in our blood, baby we're tricky so now

Out that ship has sailed

 

Like the Seraphim cherishing the shark

Who can flip 'round the ark

Like embarrassing a perishing enemy

Yeah, one last taunt

 

And our sweat is slightly trickling

A whiskey business, the highest feeling

And the pressure is highly tricky

A risky business, a godly healing


© 2012 Criss Jami



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Added on July 28, 2012
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Criss Jami
Criss Jami

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