[dead man]

how's it going,
i asked quietly ..
the pause was profound
i shifted in my seat. you took a sip of your crown
royal cola, numb our mystery until it boils over
copper plate of slimy filet, side oily okra. you
make me write and make me post it
swim inside my safety ocean
lay me down a deep disposal, hang me
or i may get frozen. intercoastal
weapon holder, metamorphic headless horseman
ex-performer pencil in these memoirs
smoke and allegory
acid washed, receptors torched
amphetamine > melatonin
never slept in REM for more than
7 seconds in a row
kick sketcher soles down any road where
we could grab a pretzel roll for
less than Jersey traffic tolls
to get wherever legends go. i'm tethered to
a sense of hopeless, socialize my fellow dosers
weather change my testimony. hella phony, empty hole
museum campus megaphone. we feigned as intellectuals
pedestal the senate thrones
they'd bathe in blood for twenty votes
stem cells in my breakfast bowl
i'll live to see our bubble blow
subsidized our public and we privatized the money flow
double-wide abundance
all tongue-tied inside our bungalows
polyester comfort zone. sun lamp / artificial snow
then wonder where our "somethings" go.
forget them while we butter toast
and dry erase our fantasies on fridges every month or so
ice dispenser. sprite and seltzer.
leave me to my nightly bender
DUI my license plate expired in 1997
high as heaven. set a fire to everything. the dead occultist
breaking down like ethanol
anxiety, i'm sweating Bulleits
sellers market, plague of locusts
bear attacks, forever bullish
derivatives and leverage open, trojan horse your credit quotient
megachurch and crypto tokens
digitize our disco potions
syrup blend the rum and rose til
gardens grow from brick and mortar
boneyard man, slow striding knowing death is a promise
we're threads inside a universal energy harvest
take me back to Everything. i've wandered too long
hoping one day Thunderclap would ring the alarm
leading us to symbol and psalm. lipid dissolve
so far from any answer now the questions are wrong
curious and calm unsettled spirit at heart
stare at mirrors in the dark, so finally i can hear myself talk
what a nightmare