Daily Archives: February 12, 2018

Lust Our Kicks

It’s a sun-drenched thought
riding in a dream like me
in the backseat of a
Buick rumble seat

We love our kicks
it’s our treat
being crazy ain’t enough
unless your tough
we love our kicks

There’s a question
on the plastic streets
one that drives me hazy
am I or the others crazy?

We gobblefunk in the trunk
licking the razor’s edge
all in the backseat of my
Buick rumble seat

And we lust for our kicks
a psychedelic moment
in a psychiatric ward
where the monkeys smoke
it ain’t no joke

We lust for our kicks

:: 02-12-2018 ::


THE ENAMELED WILD BEASTS

THE opening to the mouth cave

is a jungle skyscraper

of enameled wild beasts

that eats upon a human power

of intense fragility – a feast.

//\\a devil’s cloven

DownSHOULD

B. stop || hoof while

(should i stop)? risen vampires

by the golden blood of fallen

Angels \\// UPSHOULD b. go ||

flutterby wings.

IS IMPONDERABLY DECADENT

:: 02-11-2018 ::