Kris Miss Something about junkiesNew York city sleazethe hands of clap, murder wrap, electric razor bleeds I seen you reflecting neoncigarette burns on your wristscity grime in your auburn wig, bruises on your knees Let’s celebrate the city that never sleeps24 hour opportunitycocaine flowing freely Take a BIG Bite from the Big Apple, yellow trailsContinue reading “Kris’s Miss”
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Dreamers Dream
Dreamers Dream Dreamers dream, and castles form in imaginary white plumes deep in cobalt skies. It is here my Love, that I wish Nothing more than to spend this day and all others with you! Where? It does not matter. The volcanic rich soil of Hawaii,the peak of Red Urulu in Australia where the AboriginiesContinue reading “Dreamers Dream”
Rain
Rain Rain comes down More Emotions flood Streets and Avenues Along St. Vincent Sister Mary cries again For Her lone Begotten Son Reneπ₯π
Concrete Juice Bar
Concrete Juice Bar Tammy LoveOn her knees at 1 am 42 Street givingelbow grease and jiffy wax to Jumpin Johnny’s Hot Rod Cock inside a dimly lit Buddy Booth β¦cigarette burned linoleum β¦. opentin of Moroccan hash, a slab of black bun tar Fanned out bell bottoms on fine fine Black Ass, inrollers and wavesetContinue reading “Concrete Juice Bar”
Wasted Angel
Wasted Angel Wasted angelGargoyle rooftopsguardiansSee the cummingOfSinister Samdressed inshadowsarmed with switch blade Talents He can carve his Name Into anybodyβs soul All aboardLast reproachHeremains aloneIn a distant Dusty seat Of the LastScheduledPassenger cartheL trainSlowly rollsawayβ¦ Three stops laterAt precisely 12:05am(the dicks would later call in) BrandishingHis knife-edgedneon IntentExposes her breast In Full form In publicContinue reading “Wasted Angel”
Coming Down
Coming Down Hefloats around in orbit CirclingWondering the earth Seems smallFrom Far away A distant planethe called Home Out hereBeyond the Van Allen belt Out hereHe remains Alone A speaker cracklesBut nothing Iscoming through His oxygenLevelsDangerously low Has he lostHis way A bit more timeHanging on a Wire Asteroidsand shooting starsFlicker around Himlike Neon signsContinue reading “Coming Down”
Queen Bessie π
Queen Bessie π Alone Wrapped in a thermal blanket of despair fingers knotted like a rusted bench vice in some drunken Mechanic’s shop A Real tar baby. Getting her fixes popping more loaded balloons than a New York clown on crack. PoP PoP PoPAnother then another Then another She may be Thick and Full ofContinue reading “Queen Bessie π”
Wood Cellar Vinyl
Afternoon Sun .The afternoon sunBeats down on allthat are exposed sittin’ on Brighton LineSlowly descendingThen silently disappearingmotionless beyond our visceral cognitive perceptionThis dirty City Skylinepaints murals of abandoned hopeΒ Β Β Β here we raise pigeons as cabbageΒ Β Β Β Β Β Β Β we exchange dreams for sexualΒ favours. Holly still haunted by her absences of yesterday this callhome Huddled in doorwaysThe shadowsContinue reading “Wood Cellar Vinyl”
Prophecy
Too many Kings Following swingRum diary orgies inThe City of Sin Blasphemous heat wavesScorch the tired earthWhere hunters andGatherers met in Sacred circlesCallingUnifyingWith the Needs ofThe Land Centuries old evocationsCeremonial birth rites Performed by the fewRemaining ancestorsOf the ancient tribe Tudinu Heal ReclaimRenewEmpowerUnci Maka Shaman smokeEcho chantingsCircles drawn With feathers and Ash Fire, crossingDimensional divinationUponContinue reading “Prophecy”
