In gentle cursive the song written on the white arched neck of the artificial swan
The ankle bells give you away the sweet echo of your bare feet on the cobblestones the clever fountains bauble as always while they are still good keepers of night time
Over which radio cannot cross She stands on a school desk and declares Dada Each color bled from my mouth and made my gene code racist and illiterate Then We broke a Black Glacier and a swollen son melted our gallant entropy
Yes I mostly destroy things Mostly myself But that still is not enough to satiate my lust and weird Roman pride. Old Gods. Bring blessings on every member of my family. Give them passage.
banjo strings frayed by broken fingernails fistful of downers to sleep this night away i open my eyelids out of dream, singing ladies' eyes downcast thru fear & tobacco smoke wake up, roll joint, get this day started.