I am king of cart b4 the horse-intrepidity in the golden silence
But I am also a little white rabbit.
I sit
Upon the solitude waiting to find meaning
And just then my old friend walks in

His name is Robert but that is unimportant
He once sold his furniture for blues
And his wife was not happy when she got home
From hot vacation

This is none of our buisness
But she whisper whisper anyway
Until her words trailed off
Sobs

Old Robert came to work today
You see he did my job b4 me and you know that he could do a much finer job than I.
Much finer.

You see he slept alone in a twin bed sweating for weeks
He he he
Ha ha so much sweat to get off the pills
But he couldn't take the old sick, poor rob
His bones ached


He looks at me
As if I were a river rat heaved soaking wet upon the shore (sober) before his feet
Heaving for a breath of that **** air
I'm no better than him
My bones felt like they were froze solid once
And I had thick nightmares  so vivid
I once climbed up on that horse
It was not so easy to climb down

His wife said goodbye
And his two little girls played in the back seat
He didn't care because he had Ace on speedial

He played good guy
Mr. Clean but that saying about:
Once a ******
Until she let him sleep on the queen sized matress
Next to her again
His little darlings lie awake reading by flashlight



Here he stands before me
And I am tempted to ask for a hook
(Just one ******* dilauded is that too much to ask just one come on  ive been really good I deserve it djdjdksksndjajam ndiejsoskzndjdkskabxhiencbcnrjrjfnrjeisn ego)
He shows me how to do my job the right way
You have to do it like this
Like this like this like this
******' geek I will punch your lights out
As if u would feel it eh?

His pupils were too narrow to fit a pin through
And his hands shook
The old wonderful itch
Oh YES!
Here and there
Upon the neck
The back of the knee
The bicep etc.

I could see it
I could smell and taste the old life on him
The familiar buzzing that seemed to dance on the end of his hair
A fresh track mark on the top of the left hand
I am no better than rob
But he is better than me
I hate him in my heart a thick cancer malignant spreading as rainclouds
Through the soul

I love him brother lets go to south beach and buy out Ace
And I love you. I want to climb inside oblivion and **** me

Mesopotamian deluge,
Ray's Pathos of Divine.
That stride I took down Gilgamesh once more!
Is yours and only mine.
Enki graced this human race,
A deity once or twice.
By making mortal man from heaven,
So that's deities, so that's thrice.
The Anunnakki I have speedial,
They call me from Akkadian.
I try to place on hold at times,
'Please wait for Mesopotamian'
Then as the sales call surely slumbers, a flood through heart and mind,
Reminds me of Annunaki's construct, my mortal human find.
I try and conference call these days, I offer Enki's mirror,
She floods me his Akashic bliss, that only seems to make you shiver!
I haven't travelled from Pleiades light, to waste my ******* time!
So gently listen to heterodyne glisten, show me yours and I'll show mine.
Since awakening from Inner-Earth, a Shaman and his Goddess,
Star family in orbit light, and those that did not care less.
The daemon's eye they served all night, I chewed up and sent back!
Bended knee, synchronicity, to paint that mirror black.
I only raise again for love, as five eyes are alight.
That what we do all day subdues, begins in dead of night.
That all we think, we do we say, is directed from above.
All we feel from head to heel, begins in utter love.
A Wiccan rede would hear thy speak, 'As above and so below'
So please listen to a psychic Witch, '....you 'ought to know they know'
I offer my topoi of ancients, I've been flying round their world(s).
And I close with gentleman's divine, as those Angelic wings unfurl.