Then I make a killin' by keepin' my health.
So burn a dude,
Smash a chick:
It ain't crude, nah,
It's not sick.
It's The Way of The Whorled,
It's how We Do,
The Weight of the World
Makes me & you.
She said
"I want to be moved!
Like Jitterbug Perfume,
Like Molly & Lucy on 'shrooms."
I said
"Yeah, please seduct me
& crush me like you did
Up north with your
Olympic Peninsular Gravity.
Take me down
where
I can find a poem in the Puggy Sound,
Move in me -
Remind me how
Yellowstoned I got before I
Brecked into the ground.
Remind me your secrets that
Scrape in the night -
Let's get young,
Have some fun,
Watch The Age go ripe."
She said she said
"You sure know how to ruin
A girl's intention
That used to feel so right."
I make a livin' from killin' myself,
Then I make a killin by keepin' my health.
So burn a dude,
Smash a chick:
It ain't crude, nah,
It's not sick.
It's The Way of The Whorled,
It's how We Do,
The Weight of the World
Makes me & you!
Smack, crack, Kerowhacked,
Feel it in your bones.
Sick, sack, Sazeracked,
Deja-Vu-Doo takes me home.
Can't argue with The Pumpkin King
In the darkest depths of Halloween.
I'm a particle of dust
& he's making me rust -
Won't exist by dawn if
This keeps up. . .
But wait, it's my
Precious black pup!
I'm resurrected by her presence
Just long enough
To quickly quit feelin' tough.
Up & out the door
Cuz I'm searchin' -
At the corner of Esplanade & Bourbon
& all this life I been drinkin'
Way too much bourbon &
Head's got to hurtin'
And annihilation's arriving
While the time gets to stoppin' -
Lookin' back it's a battle won,
But at the time that got stoppin'
I wasn't hip-hoppin,
But rather was thinkin'
'bout the one's I loved
& the ones that looked up to me,
How separated at my departing
We'll be.
The Disconnection Effect:
Now that's true Hell I can see.
No fruits been growing
So I'm cut at the spine,
Tossed into the flames,
No more prana to breathe. . .
But wait someone's calling:
It's a friend!
Now this is what's divine.
We get to talkin' &
Seven Rainbows surround me
(God's promise eternally) &
Realization that
I am okay. . . though a street sign I can't even read.
What was it?
The spun lack of sleep or
The too much LSD?
Ain't that some mystery.
Now down to Charlie's 'cuz
It's far past time for a Bloody Mary.
(chorus)
Salida means Exit &
I keep tryin' to escape -
But it just doesn't work
To drink too drunk &
Smoke too baked.
Where do I go, Lord?
What shall I do?
I ain't seen Burnin' Bushes
in some millennia or two.
Won't you talk to us like you
Did with The Hebrews?
The first
She was Tearin' out my heart,
The next
She's Tearin' into my sanity:
A young-grunge
With a sweet shy smile-
Got a big heart &
Pulsing dark vanity.
I'm the incorrect-injection,
She's infected insanity.
Seeking her voluptuous venom
I'll shed skin & show some scales
In place of this boring, fragile humanity.
We keep the deranged alive
In dungeons of the deliriously dying -
They're the decrepit insult to life &
We're scrub-puppets of
Subtly Slytherin dignity.
One night I keep falling
Inside her over-zealously:
Blasting March of the Pigs E.P.,
We find a connection but
She can see
I got
The fire-bottle-infinite-fuck disease.
But that's that,
And it's what I Be.
At least I don't smoke H
To keep it going on
With She,
But,
The coming weeks
Present a rebound woven with
Overloads of acid, beer, & whiskey.
Mucho sangre de Cristo &
I'm fallin' down some rough steps,
Blacked out & bustin' my butt
Behind the pub. . . just. . .
Can't resist a bender!
It's not the girls' fault.
I'm a glutton for gettin'
All smashed & forgettin',
'Cuz he who makes a beast
Loses the
Burden of Reason &
Reality's Treasons.
But I'd never bender if
I wasn't a mender, so. . .
I make a livin' from killin' myself,
Then I make a killin' by keepin' my health.
Go burn a dude,
Smash a chick:
It ain't crude, nah,
It's not sick.
It's The Way of The Whorled,
It's how We Do,
The Weight of the World
Makes me & you:
But that's not all, no that ain't it,
The whorled need to go get their candlesticks lit -
Now the wax keeps the flame from burnin' too much wick,
Now no K.O. when you keep gettin' hit.
Step into the center of Beta with a cranium packed with acid,
Let the bass invigorate the fire that kills the flaccid -
Alpha-Omega on a cross turns a cheek that's not passive.
We pick up the pieces & build Eternity's temple -
Get hammered & nail it down, the task is really simple.
Fast-talkin' cats blast past the crass,
Never knew a future that wasn't kicked by the past.
