I drank the vine of life and so many drowned // a dirt-death dry mouth
And I coughed a scarab // your dessert dune crest cut the flesh of cherubs ///I sat upon the ancient point //Giza tickled my anal soul
And Noah saved the pure while the freaks drowned //I guess we better call the UN they love humanity
and all it’s diseases & fags
I swear I sweat Susie q’s
I guess I am stupid too
Hollywood harbors ghosts
and Mississippi mud cakes
taste so good
in Antebellum homes
I’m a savior in flat eyes
I call angel lust
a hanging or electric death
gravity pulls the soul out
a top pop view for souls
Dead tongues stick out
and bladders wet release
when the ghost leaves home

:: 07-02-2014 ::