[dead man]

the

virtue of calm. Solomonic, worshipping palms
ask whats the purpose of it all aside from murder and law
cruise 30 or 40 every morning over birds to the slaughter
skulls on burning asphalt like a funeral alter
to kneel and pray another service to offer, purchasing coffers
worms absolving both our princes and paupers. lynch these officers, quick
outworld fringe of apartment, sloth-like drawn to his forests
heartstring orchestra slow waltzing via carbon assortment
remark, was it more of the same? another entendre
my declarative statements are truly like one of a kinda
it troubles the mind. truly my perception is dark
handing out my gratitude for sympathy karma
20 bucks at the door, another 50 for culture
plus whatever's left to kill my time / inhibit emotion
our stories are similar but we never expose them
mimicking social cues inside our physical hosts
inventive / resourceful / primitive / defective / remorseful
i'll light another camel joe. you bring the explosives
pick your poison: be it victim or torturer, make your appointment
it seems what mattered least to me was gravely important
so it is, if it was to be. so vague in it's origin
a Rorschach transforming if you stare for a moment
let me breathe. i'll be reminiscing photos again
regurgitating tragic til there's nobody left
Silverstein's sidewalk edge we're only a step
from soul ascendance posing as dead





dm