deadman - GRAVETRIPPER

[dead man]

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samurai soul. self sacrifice who sat in a grove
watched the valleys grow to cityscapes and vanish below
it could be simple. like a ripple in a glass of merlot
a flash of the bulb, grainy photograph, thumbtacked to a post
let me relax. pass me a bowl. inhale. catch me a cold
keep our conversations light. mindset blackness. the crow
flamethrow the industry. incinerate her majesty's throne
embers ashy like your knuckles when you wrinkle your nose
have a toast. when we celebrate it's laughter and jokes
then it's reminiscing. buried issues. acid we dosed
alleyway and misdemeanors. phantoms and ghosts
we've never crossed the cliffside. but we have to be close
take notes. abstract smoke until we've graveled our throats
live in squalor but we dream inside a palace of gold
i've decided to go. summarize the visit, tell me goodbye
fare thee well synthesized. doors that slam in the night
desert sand and pentagrams and mescaline highs
not another vice is so self-centered as pride
don't let me down, just let me die. every sentence is fine
tuned like blues musicians in a century's time
exhibitionistic emperor who's dressed to resign
the Peoples Temple accepted me then left me behind
death in your eyes. becoming beautiful is only a slice
away from bathtub runways and celebrity life.
open you twice, steel wool stitch design recapture your light
before the black is permanent instead of alright.
gnats and mice. pork and rice, pad thai dinner arrangements
kissed her grave just to think about how bitter it tasted
that sinking sensation, all too familiar, let it dissolve
alka seltzer. aspirin regiments and medicine balls
telephone calls collect like a fortunate lick
i've been victimized by imitation more than a bit
his lordship. mighty morpheme power laser equipped
horseback ranger with an arrow pointed straight at your neck
leave me exempt. forget your hall of fame and respect
probably rated best. i haven't bothered to check
molten lava. magma melodies that melted the wax
whether crystalized or fluid our intelligence stats
candles and chrysanthemum, that sensory snap
crackling like cherrywood. that's Frank with an axe
make me detach. watch it petrify and fade into blue
i'm only strange serendipity like you..


DEADMAN