5 times I watch the moon drift, like oil upon glass tables

Wishing the world would spin away

"The lady in your dreams Michael she's not a joke" I told him

As if the blinkers of my headlights were out cold, I chased the penny men

"The difference is..." Cold sweat, dreary melting fears like chasing wine and vinaigrette,

I saw those lies stemmed in greed,

But I refuse to look on them,

The time and space around your vexed self is invariably tied to the nothingness you've drifted inward

Decently you ask for opinions

Coldly you swear to your mother asking for Death to guide you nowhere

Only are you at fault ?

Do Indian dances in ****** renaissance scare you?

Me to,

Come conquer these Bad faces with me, come conquer these black foot lions with me,

Like an old Pawnee once said..

"Expose the breadman"