June 16, 2010

To Zygote in My Coffee, 2003-2010

by John Rocco

You gave my slow old horse wings
and let him out of the stinking stable.
You let me fly on acid jet planes
covered in bloody stars and bleeding stripes
shooting across the plain of pain.
You let me sing dirty songs
to the lost and found world of her
and you never let me down.

Thank you Zygote
for all you did for us
and more and I’ll watch
football someday
heavy metal drinking
remembering the helmets
crashing bloody skulls on the Zygote page.


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