Craters filled with dinosaur teeth
Vast archives of dusty elephant tusks
Mountains of torn old manuscripts
Broken road signs and tattered flags
Crazy paving stones leading nowhere
Fractured rainbows and sullen assent
False prophets and broken idols
Idiotic geometries of insane dimension
Incestuous romantics beating off franticly
To jungle rhythms played on thigh bones
Mutant junky baboons tapping veins
Wiping their asses with William Burroughs
Living relics of the beaten generation
This is the land of who gives a fuck
Where tomorrow never comes around
Where the streets have no shame
Whores give blowjobs for food stamps
And souls are rented by the hour
Jesus never lived in this neighbourhood
The light here comes from a darker sun
The residents await repatriation to hell
Nothing comes easy or cheap here
It’s the sleazy dark side of civilization
Spreading like a cancer across the city
Creeping like a nightmare into your room
A kingdom of have little’s and have naught’s
A filthy empire of broken promises
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yes, amazing...
ReplyDeleteYou are too kind ladies I just string words together in the hope that something comes out of it beyond the insane jabber of a disturbed mind - here on the inside of my distillery weird concoctions ferment into strange and varied liqors of dubious vintage - sometimes they taste fine and sometimes I use 'em as bat repellant - my belfry is infested with 'em.
ReplyDeleteLove this one! Hope you are well my friend. Missing you and thinking of you!
ReplyDelete'Incestuous romantics beating off frantically'.
ReplyDeleteGreat line.
I like the new logo, too.
Thank you Stephanie, good to hear from you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Spencer, good to hear from you too. Glad you like the logo.