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A creepy night

The night creeps in upon an ego-feeding day
Cloaking all the piss and shit of junkies as they play
Giving the pleasing feel that everything‘s okay,
Keeping life unreal and any clean of thoughts away.

A meeting of the wise has gathered at the shack.
“The wise and otherwise,”
A plan for days to reap and feed the anguish coming back!
With giggled talk of rotten pussy and self centered, mental highs,
The underworld has risen with pain and aches and lies
Far above the ground displaying all the tormented, inner prisons
Forever to be found in tortured, twisted highs!

With big and toughened, tunneled sight
The cars pull in and scrape and scratch the lawn
They spew their greed and insane opinions throughout the night
Until the frightened dawn.
They sit controlled as their smoke fills up the choking room.
With pipes of rubber and twisted hose they contemplate the innocence
Of their festering denial and their blood soaked, constant doom.

One takes the place where three should be,
The coolest of the bunch with the smooth, clammy shavings
Of a pumpkin head in an apple tree,
As if he really needs another fucking lunch!
His eyes are slits, natures way for ducking shit,
With a belly so big you could live in it!
He spews his scams through the innocence of all “his rest of it.”

All the little “puppy dogs” just sit and wag their tails
Becoming so obedient to never want to fail.
Sit. Shake a paw. Say please. Roll over
With a nervous hope to not play dead,
Listening to tales of alter egos
While avoiding bullets in their heads!

A creepy night for all, a normal way to spend some time,
A little blow, a magik heal for time,
A nickel, if they’ll only take my call,
I need to calm my nervous way.
I’ll fuck and suck for maybe just a dime,
That’s how the game is played!

bildo

A flower in the dirt
(angels with dirty faces)

A seed was blown around the world,
A little water here and there.
But the seed, it never grew
Until it landed in the dirt
With neither thought nor care.

It was full of darkness.
It was full of endless fear
Which lasted for just a day
Or was it just a year?

A craving made the tiny seed reach out and up
And past its’ manik mountainside of fear
To root and grow
And be the beauty of its’ deep inside,
What it always was
And what earth mother always knew was there,
. . . . . . . The perfect imperfection
Of the perfect flower
Made its’ beauty of perfection clear.

bildo

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