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A room in Bangkok

Slow smooth beats easy as a wave coming to shore on a trip around the world a genesis of a whisper a tea kettle song I hum along engaging at mach speed the sky swallows me whole and whisks away my joker's heart I stand in a limitless ocean dreaming of drinking the sky if I could only live as large as my soul and fly This soap box becomes a boat without a paddle and I row where the tides flow easiest waving to the smiling faces and the emptiness all the same We have a good laugh, the dice comes up snake eyes and I tell the dealer I'm the richest man in Babylon although my pockets are empty my smile remains, that crooked deal always at the last will make you shudder and groan wondering why another hand Aces come up straight sometimes and your game riding high for another mile long fall The air rushes by but I don't blush Tell me again you don't love me, you, you misunderstand me my friend I'm the beggar on the street singin' broken tune with a full cup and no change slack eyed and the blues my cradle to grave lullaby mixed with the ecstatic wails of a lunatic swimming in a puddle of God the fever touched my bones I am blameless my throat and heart see the truth and speak in convulsions of misshapen glory the bed was soaked in sweat, can't you remember? Repent, with my lips I don't know how, and could never, I'll eat every sin and spit out bones of gold I'll drink every misery and cry tears of wild joy I'll stand at the shores end and dance to the crowning sunset leaping from the last battered watchtower drown, drown in blue neon psychedelic bioluminescence Sinking further into the mix of clay every gamble lost and won in the same throw I can't fulfill any other destiny a blind man walking without a stick I just call to the birds and the bees bring me sweet honey ambrosia and they usually come There's no escape the long cold night comes too and my body lays into another bed with without a warm body to hold a stream of lovers touching my hands but we slip any grip that tries to hold a human master but the end hardcore ayahuasca master blaster
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