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pp d'caca @ legendary Alice Bag I ♡ her!

The wind thru your hair casts a shimmering frame That pierces my soul more often than not Morning sun a raising flame Gray dawn breaks as if to proclaim

Pitiful sorrows that bleed bright red Forgotten like Cain’s brother Seth Dark matter makes up your bed In your grimorie every spell that’s said Begins with the second letter, Beth The density of stars rolled back in your head Dark matter makes up your bed

The wonder of night is upon us...

Remembering my hopeless mooning Bohemian Rapsody in my blood line Raven haired Medusa locks Freddie Mercury crooning

The world comes to an end every second exploding bursting commotions paradoxical counter-intuitive absurd. Every second a finite spasm ejaculates in a profound trajectory side-stepping the time it takes to die. The world minute and infinite ends in a hiccup a slight slender temblor every girl and boy thrown from a swing. What do we know of hydraulic brakes? squealing wet pavement? an airbag? the angel Gabriel? The blood needed to live refined and boiled in the crucible reveals black sticky sweet and putrid tar. Ancients in their grimoires wrote of these things: time as a fluid babbling. a shift toward perception. Will thrust skyward.

Skid row outside my door Lonely shufflin’ down the street A never ending war Stomach rumblin’ in defeat Rich man purchases his pleasures Feels emptiness inside Take more elaborate measures So that his soul can hide Neil said that only love can break your heart But it’s the lack that rips us apart The rest of us go wanting Takes more to fill our plate An existential haunting Will we wake up before too late? A cold winters gonna blow An idiot wind to clean the slate A spectral scythe to cut us low Can this truly be our fate? Neil said that only love can break your heart But it’s the lack that rips us apart

The DSM IV the great catalog of aberrant behaviors sifting, labeling, dividing all the quirks and maladies hidden submerged in the human heart opines the multifarious faults that humankind can succumb. Grave goods surround the corpse: a coral reef, a ladle, a deep water drill. the scapegoats blood washes clean

Betrayal and enlightenment antifreeze and blood an attitude of pity a spider hole tortured humiliated and transcendent bitterness. rancor. resentment. Blues and delusional content plastics and prayers warm breath on neck fundamental global war distant barking lacerated moon and bright north star murder. mangle. mar. Love and fear loathing and acceptance bodily omniscience the scent of scorched earth A rank Bodhisattva Allah. Shiva. Yahweh. retail merchandising and the hum of the city priority mail and the temple mount crescent moon, north star moog synth with electric sitar weather beaten lost and alone stoned, prostrate and pissed blasted. blind. blitzed.

From the prison of biology good night karaoke the news at ten local and late breaking everything that has been thought has been worked mulled over done the head of Frederico Garcia Lorca on a plate after Salome danced before the seven days war the veils the dervish the infidel which is opposite of knowledge post-historical pre-apocalyptic post-informational exquisite and tremendously enthusiastic. this is where I dwell: with delicious roast beef thinly sliced. <

You want me to be As constant as spring Predictable as moonshine A rooted tree … Are we dancing? Embraced in our mutual obsession I acquiesce to your whims You intuit my needs Until both are satisfied. You've lost my secret As intimate as the sweat I lick from your belly, As close as the hairs on your neck Tickled by my tongue The humid night. Your soft ragged breath. If we were machines Our defective parts Could be replaced easily.

Wondering aloud Walking down the street Underneath a cloud Nothin’ much to eat Why is it a crime Being destitute Without a single dime Pockets drained of loot? Bustin’ ass all day Doesn’t pay the rent Or keep the bills at bay That’s the workin’ poor’s lament The shrinking middle class Those making decent wage Can barely afford gas! Or live in a gilded cage The selfishness of men Conjures up the grim reaper Time and time again …. But, are we not our brother’s keeper?