Crawl Space

[Mr. J]

My grasp will leave you too choked up to gasp
I laugh at the society that you know then collapse.
eyes looking to the future, covered in gloss...
mind racing through a number of thoughts.
another facade that reminds me of what lies beneath.
a common pussy praised domesticated tyrant teeth...
walking like an Egyptian, with senses of a Sphinx
focused on the reflection & the position it brings.
refreshments are drinks measured under the eclipse
face splattered with spit, dark passenger in the whip.
the scene is set by what the blood spatter predicts.
if you are reading this...too late for scandalous scripts.
all manners of shit that ran into this banana & split...
thats the last strawberry, where do the pineapples stop?
you eating cartons of that shit while watching Chocolat
tomorrow ought to come with an award for gimmicks.
that will get these newbies out quicker than abortion clinics.
exit stage left, Im mortified with it...of course Im kidding.
in a hotel downtown with a long lost love living with lust
lulling lyrical lullabies lying leisurely while listening to Scrubs.
linguine on low temp...rotating in the room microwave...
the room smells of slow sex & new aftershave...
how else can I resume this Saturday or what day is it?
......huh?