there is no pen no keys on the board no rhymes in the rhythm to bring my furious apocalyptic circus of peaches and lizards cast in copper and cow’s milk to an end
i’ll tickle the martyrs make them giggle at distilled ideology
a bare **** hyena on a cross of perverted peppermint dreams laughing at the stars of invisible hooligans and queens
narcotic logic a saucy prophesy
let’s chew the governor’s gum dance with the ugly ballerina of sewage and power and ***** the democratic statue of liberty
godless addicts, storming the streets at dusk, reptilian vultures smacking at the chops for ceremonial wreckage
a colony of despair and heavy hearts, sniffing blow from pages of divinity
oh, don’t you know? that rotten ole bible buried with your cadaver, just a rotten floppy book of lies and wisdom dreams, flaccid logic in a wilderness of life
the truth was at the force of your birth, a shocking ****** into awesome naked existence, a fat and chunky firecracker of hope
there are no iron gates in the sky, waiting to be opened just for you
just this dangerous soup of humanity,
you make your mark not for death, but here for the living, and the living after that