[dead man]

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bourbon and tea - chemic bondage like lysergic relief
hurting to breathe. once i fell asleep i learned to be free
you melted into candle wax, conservatively
holding it together as our tourniquets bleed
surreptitious the surrender signs and velvet the screen
nothing to believe and even less to be seen
high beams on the Chevy, cigarette in the jeans
right-hand to god, sieg heil inside a leftist regime
the best conceptually. but that's interpretive nonsense
curbside in Yonkers squatting dirty apartments
ghost or goblin. paint-marker carving words on a wall
abnormal present cat collective murder us all
titan, the destroyer, cliffside, monolith sculptures
collapse. see: rock of gibraltar columns or a popular culture
passover the pipe. passing out on the sofa
it's all kosher. enter coma needle puncture aromas
industrial soldier, brooks brothers, leather the loafers
butterfly my steak and knife set. guns full of holsters
left nothing to chance. leaving nothing but gnosis
to a tribe of indecisive rhyme composers, so it goes
i find it hard to focus. its becoming a blur
raindrops your meditation, thunder your nerves
6-string satin wave a serenade, percussional purrs
love is a hearse. what an understatement. fuck what you heard
trust is the first and truth is the last. how stupid to ask
she said it's moving too fast. i took my foot off the gas
two pulls and a pass. twenty paces and shoot
we're yin and yang, the archetypes like hades and zeus
is it you? i hear you breathing. insufflating delusion
it's pain, confusion, faith. it's intravenous, it's human
teenage mutants, grated sewer life is taking it's toll
an emperor destined to never make it to Rome
or make it to Cyprus. deadman island, staying patiently private
Marcus Aurelius mindset - reading Plato in silence
turn your wife into a deviant, your slave to a siren
screaming like a blade was perforating her hymen
deadlines i procrastinate like paper assignment
cause every statement feels like excavating a diamond
accreditation ever-changing like empirical science
i've stepped out for the evening, leaving Baron to Mynd it
gondola the tigris, Isis shaking the boat
money well-spent is money made into hope
tea and bourbon. frosted flakes and bacon and toast
with eyes closed, it's closer. meditation, she wrote





- Black