A Brother of Low Degree
Lithium
powered shower of blazing sparks
in retina
of slight degree and free vision
Mark on
downgrade slow fade heartbeat...
Rise to
the occasion or slide to its defeat
Repeat
fractions that accost you, molested derelict gum-shoe/dumb waiter...
Free season
gun shot master-baitor
Mercury
glides through the fusion of planetary weezings, and it's a mindfuck
affair.
Check the
pulse, pulsating regiments below the thick sun glare.
Loose case
corpse of rich rot-gut.
Well I
was hot to trot and ready for action, any action.
A distraction
from the usual fair, but my flair never faltered,
And let
me assure you in half-awareness, that I was a brother of low degree,
on my knees
in semi-darkness of nightshade injustice.
Penetration
forms the basis of unnatural reproduction, introduction to the
underworld,
underbelly,
topsy-turvy skeletal regime...
In this
season of blindness I research the fields of braille laid out before me.
Bumps on
skin forming masses/passes as in human form.
Scorned-heat-garbage-runner,
ringworm-slant-farmer, the father of all disease.
An atmospheric
dance with darkness, illuminated pulse of a star across the solar plane,
and phosphorescent
love - take the space-shove and wind up lost in the milky way of
suppressed
sex and perversion.
Worm-runners
shimmy through the aftermath of destitutional insanity.
And all
the goats scape and the virgins are burned Joan-of-Arc style,
flames
shooting high through the air and martyrdom intact.
But I do
not intend to discourage you with these words of dime-store wisdom,
but if
the shoe fits wear it, and by the looks of you, your're about a size 13,
which if
the myths are to be believed is a telltale sign of further endowments,
if you
get my drift-lock-word-ramblings...
Hateful
thoughts burrow deep beneath hot-flash, withered flesh eating, maggot
lust,
furlough
to indifference and intolerant behaviour.
But darling,
don't get me wrong, you are my savior.
Further
research may not be necessary, awaiting instruction in this blackened
death
march game.
Teetering
on the brink and drink hastily from the boiling cup of disillusionment,
REPENT,
relentlessly
searching for a cure to this vile addiction...
sickened
by the sight of lost children (I, myself, included) roaming aimlessly
through
the piles
of rubbish/hashish induced comatose, drug-state elation.
Road map
to anywhere, somewhere...NOWHERE. Lines crumble and blend
with the
attentiveness of a doting, mother-fucking
pig-slime-horror-show-slow-boat-billy...
Somewhere
over the rainbow, colored slight of hand and crippled finger, ring her
neck and
wretched
body ground to pulp.
And I am
neither here nor there, an unaware observer of life's scrumptious plate
of manure,
matured
and often squandered...
Burning
image of infectious wild-dog-rampage, unlocked cages wither with desire,
a sure
fire plot to over-ride the connection...
Spent mind
in crawling bad luck/dumb fuck - pretension, an added dimension of
Harker's
smooth gin.
Where to
begin? With an ending so close and nothing but cheap ramblings of
pharmaceutical
ignorance being regurgitated from my gaping orifice like the orange
sunset
of yesteryear.
Chalk-faced,
dribble running down my chin in forbidden corners of childhood horror.
Hide-and-go
- life becomes perhaps worth living... And those were the days.
Allow me
this much leverage, a bitter-sweet twisting of the truth...And those
were
the days.
Lithium
powered shower of blazing sparks
in retina
of slight degree and free vision
Mark on
downgrade slow fade heartbeat...
And let
me assure you that I was a brother of low degree
And those
were the days