Last summer, it stashes our gloomy autumn. The rooster busts Bricks of plum wine. A sea goo pawns the willow bank.
And flowers melon while their lasers Climb white branches of blob.
This pasture's full of moons, it brightens a little
A feathered gargoyle scorches The tyranny of my combustible glaze. I’m rabid in snow, in black fruit I’m your gray chasm.
The snow on fruit reflects a bonfire. In a little world we’ll be gone.
I've been here too long. Every night, I think in terms of death And its nocturnal anchor. I take responsibility for the future once more. The United States of America does not torture. Speaking to my friends, I can hear the Disappointment and concern in their squirm. I walk five miles a day, sometimes ten. I attempt to exhaust myself so that sleeping Comes easy. There's nothing to show from this life. Look outside your window, at the hoods, at The heads. Water covers it all, my mind holds germs. Past machine guns and mortars, some living people Claim our programming is a necessary reflection On failure. This one's called the well. The black's been here so long. I owe it all to glue.
I took the road feeling sad. I understood why you've kept me preserved. I once saw him coming To heal the sick with his shadow. I paid an entrance fee.
I see it coming. I see signs posting a theme, Truth in a pure state Thinking what is not pure. I understand why you've kept your wood Ready for another key Of immobility reckoning.
Tangled signs enlist their theme. Variations on air and fire. Variations on teeth and eye sockets. The faulty guts of crowds Go hungry when the Lord's worth needs release.
I once saw it coming. I saw monuments dedicated to the tension of bedroom stains. I saw monuments dedicated to a peril now so out of fashion. I thought in a pure state But my thinking was not pure. My actions are still of imaginary labels Promising your animal fertility.
I take the road feeling sad, Seeking mayhem Advertising what frailty abounds. I preserve mayhem at half-mast And begin to heal the sick with tainted shadows.
Pierced with profiles And no palate of hormones to follow, Hints of subterranean evacuation Plead do not hold the door.
Juiced for justice, Elitists and futon experts untie passionate leviathans. My benefactor is erect. My courage draws a kite. Hark, here flares the pin trunk trinity.
I'm told where to rest my hearse in heaven. A huge downtown Was the supplier of your strawberry. In spite of customs ready for the hurricane, Gravity forgoes a mashed appendix. I've got dollars to explain the everyday self-dismemberment plug.
The bitterness is uprooted By plenty of hay carts to hurl on. Since breakfast, I am followed to where my nostrils grow obtuse. They usher me into a closet and ride me As she rides me all the way to frost.
My veins are erect. It's a testament to things expelled. An oppression of one's banal sediment. I avenge why you always slap it upside the trashcan lid. I avenge why you endow The constant savage in the triggers fired.
Launched above abundant fields of captured statues.
I bite frantic rabbit mothers squirting bobcat fathers.
I race cars twice as large as the cage
Converting plastic dolls.
Estranged are your maggots flocking.
To all the tiny antenna heathens
Who fish my mystical abyss,
I await your aghast substance
Justified in the spoiled skins
Repelling pop-eyed executions.
I am a gang-bang survivor.
I am a lurid and lucky toe tag.
At the center of your scrambled trance,
I harvest a nuclear moan,
And punch square in the nose
Freezers of endangered genital pie.
I anticipate the patriotic apocalypse,
Organizing our crater slaves to rumble profoundly-
One-dollar crazy glue!
When clerics fork over the wizard tooth, And nest slayers share infinite reruns Of victimized logs burning their entertainment fuel, I see the mad glass fire Paralyzed or running crooked, Growing barbed wire fins to swim in trapped milk.
I see us In rubber robot suits screaming Arson death is the verdict in dragging death! White death is to blame in avalanche death!
And over the ledge of splits without shame, I see certified bibs Roasting the dynamic of resistance. And above the cement braced by virgin honey, I see a deluged nation Tempting beverages to lease hospitable riots. In ribs and wallets I see our measurements. In sage and coral I smell our waste.
We are here to be lead astray. We are there against time's bleary drain. And dense are the premonitions Dumped near our swinging delay. And dense is our night Thinking of gambled and green eyelids.
O we are here to be lead astray. We are targets blowing a legacy of loins. And into a diamond ghost I see you plunge your gorgeous stinger, As I abuse the Lord's garlic Forever reducing our original shatter.