Who is she? What... NO! NEVER! WHo... oh yeah I did that... sorry gramma

BRING ON THE NIGHT! 

Bring in the sweltering summer heat 

Alone and abandoned in the tropics 

Forever imagining fear and demons 

Imagination and gypsum blades carve the skin 

 Gnashing shrieks of the dark scatter wits 

At the end of the day the mind walks in 

 Is it getting cold or is it just the mescaline

Put Ginsberg back in your colon where you found him

Unplug the fucking phone!

 Let loose and take hold 

 Uncle Blake is coming to fly us home

reccess

THE RECESS IN HIS JAW GIVES WAY
TO FOUL WORDS AND FOUL ODORS

THE AFTERBURNER OF THOUGHT SCORCHES
THE SKIN WHILE THE FIRE PULSATES BELOW

OUR ORB SPINS
OUT OF CONTROL
FOLLOW
OUR CIRCULAR MOTIONS
FOLLOW
OUR CIRCULAR LOGIC


FIVE BROKEN
SWOLLEN MOLDY TOES
WE DIE BLACKENED
BY SUIT AND SHIT

HIS JEANS BRING
OUT THE BEST IN ME LEST
THE CANARY GOES FIRST

OUR ORB SPINS
OUT OF CONTROL
AND WE STAND STILL

DIG DEEP!

RELEASE THE FIERY CORE
OF HELL UPON OUR SOULS

FIVE BROKEN SWOLLEN MOLDY TOES
WE DIE

OUR ORB
OUR ORB
OUR ORB
ORB
SPINS OUT OF CONTROL
WE STAND STILL
BLACKENED
BY SUIT AND SHIT

FOLLOW
OUR CIRCULAR BEING
FOLLOW

FOLLOW THE ORB
SHE KNOWS WHERE SHE IS GOING

Station angels

swelter and simmer,

wait

boil and broil,

wait

sharp summer sun burns eyes,

wait

diesel death machine rumbles distantly,

wait

waiting,

wait

across the tracks shimmering in a golden summer sun aura,

an angel,

six feet tall, blazing red hair...

inspirational

thighs flowing into milky calfs...

wait

waiting in the opposite direction,

wait

waiting for the diesel beast,

wait

waiting out of place,

wait

out of heaven,

wait

waiting,

wait

waiting...waiting... wait

Birthday wishes

Let us pause for a moment to reflect upon the Angel.
An unearthly being of perplexing beauty
Sent to muse the babbling poets.

Amongst the damned
She floats,
Smiling,
Shining her grace upon them

Let us pause on this day
and give thanks!

On this day,
The day our dear creator offered up his prize.
Let us celebrate this day
For this day we received a most precious gift

Let us celebrate this day forevermore!

five

With rotting moldy fingers gripping eternal hope
rotting minds pour from boxes

in our time of passing
we are sealed and delivered

halfway to hell and no longer on earth
preserved pickled and stored away
we await the reckoning
we await the worms

leave me to the vultures high on top the post

please

don't soil the earth with my carcass
let the flames carry me high to god
let my spirit break the binds of gravity

but no,

i dig

I dig and I dig
down to the surface
but my rotting moldy fingers snap
off in the mud