

King I used to stare out my windowKing by ~kurtfox
Envision of what could be
As a broken kid
Damaged goods straight outta city C
You know I couldn't see
Past the dull summers
And the Slipknot shoddy tees
Past the empty driveway
With a hoop gettin raggedy
Yeah, this Texas boy with Jnco's
And Starter jerseys wearin me
After flannels raided MTV
After people blasted their stereos with OPP
You know I couldn't see
I'm no A like Ricky Henderson
No Spur kickin A like David Robinson
But I sure as hell could be one of them
Kept sayin, "Could be one of them"
But I was scared all summer then
I never stuck it out, I was amblin
I done nothing for the hell


The Hunting Ground It's the slick towers aboveThe Hunting Ground by ~kurtfox
The stacks of windows downtown
Casting shafts of black
Over a pit, tattooed
With burning treads
Concealing spoiled children
Like bugs scattering
To corners where the arms of light do not reach
The taut, poor pockets---the target
Slicing to funnel out the prize
From the ragged, the worn
Sawing off the icy rungs of the ladder a mile high
Tipping it over
So the trained dogs drop
Onto the painted curb, her heel cracks
Like a dull, unforgiving spike
Was fetching coffee worth it?
Was this rite of passage ever right?
My soul still vibrates with the impact
Heart still tries to hold still
The asph


Fields In a chamber of doubtFields by ~kurtfox
Sprawled over a sound
So shrill these mute screams
Entangled in a mist unseen
These once shimmering eyes
All amounting to a prickly sigh
Scents are fleeting
But they never lie
So terminated...with furrowed brows
Maybe sink from shifting sounds
Decline to sample the pregnant air
Behind glass, and shooting a biting glare?
Or heal a cry with a cry?
I'll hurry before the vines start to tie
Me pinned to a mattress
With sharp coils inside?
Repugnant way to shoo the sun
Knot of night has come undone
Time is test
Still a beat inside my chest
So I unraveled the iron sheets
Slid the curtain for the masterpie