Im in the side splinter of a city
Cuming inside the sewer
Afraid turning in the seat unsettled and melting
Terrors await me in the middle of an amethyst middle street on top of sunset
Sinister sickness and sad rounds make serrated summers a celestial burden
Cut
Into
For corner into four mourners
Forlorners
Four loners
The rest is history gliding along jewels and Mexican dens at dawn middle town anger beans and all the rest in silence sitting lowdown with friends calculating
Shadows and chasms of the mind seek it all in loops of two and in between buildings with ladders pregnant and parallel
Sign language isn’t
Is
You
Sort of terrified
Under the weather
Black chat
Downbeat
Blues scar on
Face me and eat well
Drink
Pump in and out
We also will create earthquakes and catatonic distaster sex sessions with tubas and snares blasting away in the way of waves hitting skin wildly unyielding and with slobber slip slabber tip dart knife hitch under the roof of the man in the hat
Sight and sound naked like we were together
Fear and victory cutting in ear with a clear glare up and down
Kerouac in all four corners of the room split into separate drinking glasses to welcome the coming and the goings of serendipitous reunion of friends and foes fighting for pussy and oxygen
Gauntlet gongs ring out in rain amethyst middle street aint had deer for lunch until I met em on running metro
Candles and sick idiots run to catch up with vixens and vir spares on high tide decks slippery with sweat and foreboding messages sent from sending setting feelings aloud and entropic uptight and horny
Very fond of nodding heads to beats rag sag line and wires transmitting energy here and there within and
Without a trial we stand un just and innocent jaded and catalyzed
Counting on counting off
Bars and darks tanning under fire in elephant sun posts in heaven blazing fields and harking heroin returns to great and gold death and derangement upchucking blood church and temple turnovers in the light of new city arrogance and young pretentious pretence oh holy divine terror of the midnight amethyst middle street night.
Cuming inside the sewer
Afraid turning in the seat unsettled and melting
Terrors await me in the middle of an amethyst middle street on top of sunset
Sinister sickness and sad rounds make serrated summers a celestial burden
Cut
Into
For corner into four mourners
Forlorners
Four loners
The rest is history gliding along jewels and Mexican dens at dawn middle town anger beans and all the rest in silence sitting lowdown with friends calculating
Shadows and chasms of the mind seek it all in loops of two and in between buildings with ladders pregnant and parallel
Sign language isn’t
Is
You
Sort of terrified
Under the weather
Black chat
Downbeat
Blues scar on
Face me and eat well
Drink
Pump in and out
We also will create earthquakes and catatonic distaster sex sessions with tubas and snares blasting away in the way of waves hitting skin wildly unyielding and with slobber slip slabber tip dart knife hitch under the roof of the man in the hat
Sight and sound naked like we were together
Fear and victory cutting in ear with a clear glare up and down
Kerouac in all four corners of the room split into separate drinking glasses to welcome the coming and the goings of serendipitous reunion of friends and foes fighting for pussy and oxygen
Gauntlet gongs ring out in rain amethyst middle street aint had deer for lunch until I met em on running metro
Candles and sick idiots run to catch up with vixens and vir spares on high tide decks slippery with sweat and foreboding messages sent from sending setting feelings aloud and entropic uptight and horny
Very fond of nodding heads to beats rag sag line and wires transmitting energy here and there within and
Without a trial we stand un just and innocent jaded and catalyzed
Counting on counting off
Bars and darks tanning under fire in elephant sun posts in heaven blazing fields and harking heroin returns to great and gold death and derangement upchucking blood church and temple turnovers in the light of new city arrogance and young pretentious pretence oh holy divine terror of the midnight amethyst middle street night.
