every white man

has a black girl

inside of him

slow-writhing

Ouroboros

whiskey melody

hissing husk

the women sound like men again

strip the calculus

twelve bars / repeat



movement which

continues to buck

when the music's over

  

under the veneer

of urban cowardice

lies a secret path

to the black spring

mojo

�

everyone suffers

& ***** appropriately

everyone

happily pinned down

under the weight of an angel

who�s seen better days

the blues tells me

through the portals

of my sole

everything is ******

& we're all forgiven

in the oblivion

of our honesty