I've felt it down deep inside.
For how long I just don't know.
It clogs up natural function.
Drives me to seek it out, to show.
To dig.
To pillage.
To plunder.
From the onset of the morning sky.
I lie and I wonder.
A vibrant mass of warm air
Becomes overshadowed
By a green devil of no affair de coeur.
Of salty and putrid flair. Pure evil I'm sure.
I blow and blow but away it does not go.
Fighting and scratching and snorting and spitting.
Plucking and pulling and pressing and fitting.
Oh here it comes, such a wonderful feeling.
Yea tis truly sweeter than sugar.
Guess it wasn't some existential, angsty feelings from a relationship gone sour.
Nope, just a ******.

in love, in lust
in bed, in dust
we lie together
blind and deaf
mere sheep
till the day of death............

tell them i'm government
that i did came
only peace and virtue
flow from my name
and if you don't listen
it's a god ****** shame
far from fame
i cure thy lame
the youth i'll train
to die
to fight
to pillage
to plight
with pen
with knife
from darkness til light
to believe and receive
to **** that which you conceive
with anger and greed
an unstoppable seed
drug and arm these streets
the bass and the beats
under the cadillac seats
next to the stamps with which you eat............

god is online
a friend of mine
in a lighted box
with airwaves of angels
joining both you and me
why can't you see
the ******* they feed
the bulletins and tickers
lollipops and stickers
flashes and flickers of truth
but we don't see
for our eyes are covered
when we are mothered by them.

Blood. Lust.
May our green GOD rain down upon us!
For many are not worth for such a note!
Our souls may be bought by such soles of dispair.
Dirt in our eyes, grey in our hair.
Now please pass out and fit yourselves in the straightjackets.
For we are mad!
Mad to not live to work ourselves to death!

Such a mad whispering wind
The breath of two lovers on the street.
The city groans and growls
From the depths of its bowels.
A beast---of infinite appetite.
It swallows up and consumes the light
Shrouds the girls in velvet night
Lures with nibbles until it bites
This city is mad.

i have a strange tongue disease
i speak as i please
i freeze
in the wind
in the breeze of the trees
the thunder of a storm
the beginning of night
of a dying day
i'll show you the path
but i dont know the way
dont lean on me
i blow through trees
blow out my knees
from skipping
and falling
from tripping
and stalling
in life and in love
sent from above
phallus in the sky
impregnating young stars
******* virgins
popping out suns
and im...
im just stunned.

My colic weighs heavy down.
The space between it and gravity.
Me.
The pressure.
The loneliness of (my) skin
Sitting upon my face.
How ****** are the nerve endings that must go out unto this world
With me at the wheel.
Muscles writhing into a smile
Like snakes on fire
Or slugs in salt.
My eyes roll up in a possessed contort.
My body, no longer.
My own.
I think I have figured out how one would...
contract. such a disease.
apathy. such a powerful thing.
such a powerful thing
that has haunted me for three hundred and twenty days.
and twenty days before,
It was the same.

red and blue lights stream down from the lifeless black ceiling.
the mumble and grumble of people
actually enjoying a conversation with one another?
i can't remember the last time (if ever)
that i've related to this crowd.
i'll sit next to you because well i need to sit somewhere.
i'll talk to you because well we're both stuck here for awhile.
shh we gotta keep it down, but really i'm just tired.
i'll get to know you
go through the routine,
the weather. astrology. favorites. books and tunes.
i dont fantasize either way.
i dont dream of the back of your head.
i dont dream of shooting you dead.
i dont.
i wont.