[NYCSPITZ]

In a sea of nascent souls...still quite a ways from a barcode's gauge
I mingle with others - we navigate this charcoal maze
Sweet maple wafts over the fire's star born blaze
The loaded barrel, pitch black, harbors dark cold rage
The spirit of seven - mortal beings in this dark soiree
My brother Jack swims soaked, sullen: death au fait
Estranged soul gray - perspective like cement on fate
Distilled to my essence, and bottled - I ascend on stage
Swallow me peacefully, I guess it all depends on faith
Mine grew next to Johnny, his label was blue
25 years old! A canny lad, with many fables to choose
Of the ilk known as the "I-don't-give-a-fuck-fatalist-booze"
Seven years young - he told me I'm a cradle of youth
...take a gambit on life's chessboard and mate'll ensue
''you might go slow at a romantic dinner's table of two
But keep a strong heart and laugh or the date'll be doomed
energy and matter CANNOT BE DESTROYED - god cabled the news!''

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A man with a round face gently drizzles him in a ladelling spoon
the glazed roast pork's visage, something like a satyr entombed
He drinks with the rest...his essence moves into this wavering womb
Jack wakes up a kidney stone. Time to escape from this room
The man writhes in agony as Mr. Daniels escapes through the dick mad tight
''you little fucker...'' **FLUSH** the whirpool's great , probably like a six flags ride
he sits in the sewer next to a used rubber with semen entrapped
when it came - a crazed, mutated hairy beast of a rat
He's swallowed (i have a body now!') he's leading the pack
a rat squeaks ''chief grime! There's a dead pigeon to eat right next to some black candles''
''my name's changed now brother. You can address of as Jack Daniels''
''my mentor johnny walker taught me that life's transitory and fleeting
So let's give thanks before we partake in this glorious feeding''
'chief jack! Squeaked a weak rat - your words are a forest of meaning
our senses lead us to live grimey lives but it's kind of deceiving
jackson pollack me food scraps and i'm god for the evening
but father nicodemus set a far higher bar for achieving''

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Jack daniels scouts street level for garbage to attack in the town
crossing the street...a taxi cab runs him flat on the ground
the kidney stone pops out, embedded in a mac truck tire that rolls
he travels for miles, to a corn field on the side of the road
rolling under a stalk, the farmer cries ''this stuff is midas' gold
sour mash for southern whiskey, i'm delighted to grow''
the heavy shovel crushes him - he feels nostalgia at the site of his home



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