Greasepaint Smile

The sun is set,
It is gone-
Til tomorrow
When is that that that tomorrow come?
When doth dawn break upon the plotted plain?
When might I rest my weary eyes unto naught-
More darkness?
Hither, into the night I stroll
A diamond light shine from every corner store
And down from e’ery building
40 stories
And in each 20 windows
Through which peer the souls
Of everyone.
No one- gone
Off to ponder the subconscious
Off to wonder what, about dreams
Ghost trains
Wandering about the night bright
shining symbols in the mole’s holes
Tunnels to new stops
The instrument of man plays a somber tune
Gets you going
Wakes you up, wake up! Wake up!
And nothing more
Nothing left but of this- little more
There’s mass in blackness sucking in stars
Spitting out centuries
Wyrm holes to a new paradigm
What was this person saying?
It’s a new day
No sun
Vamping the neat meats held out in fists crumbling
Grinding through crushing fists
Squeeze out the life and little more, little more
Cats nip up nap at scrap at the sap pouring down
What would you do?
Tiny books for tiny readers
What was that?
Can’t forget
Remember what?
Never mind
Nothing left
Gotta go back, recall what I saw
There isn’t anything but lovemaking in the rubble
Hard on’s to violence
Fucks to the sounds of murder
Death has no place but lands, lands of dead
Talk about it like it’s incorporeal, not having a body
Don’t you know?
Let it go.
Nothing serious
Just my dick in your butt
Gotta philanthropic at it
Therapeutics biting at my lips
Got too much cake to fill me up, down, up
B, A, Start, selections on sale today and nothing left
And little else, but consumption, consume, consume,
Consume me Siri tell me more of your butterfinger snack glasses, buttery lips lock and slide, man there is no satisfaction quite like this, came on her tits and felt sorry I wiped it up with little bits of self effacing humor
Wiped up the flesh of her, me too,
We were nothing but a loogie in a napkin
Thick mucosal membranes twisting in and out of each other
Midichlorians met midocondrian eve
In a basement somewhere
Some say Paris
More like Nadine.
Let the sapphire glow go
And damsels died like bitches
The hitch is no one’s getting hitched these days
Thumbed a ride for an open road and forgot where I was going- nowhere.  Now, I can’t remember
What was it I was giving a shit about?
Into the lackness, colors seemed to fade into flackless
Freckles in the sky showin’ little akin to skin
Dot my marks my hacking yacko forgot the tray
Silver platter you soak up and and and suck on
Teaspoon out the memories and find the sugar for me will you please?  I’ve lost a lump or two, not too sweet, I’m gonna take in a puff, a pipe on my stuff, fire light little but damn girl what up those legs is in my prospects climb the trees and sift about the bushes and situation strong in the senses let go of all but a horse hair plastered hoarse head severed in my bed, broken glass, I slept on the floor
And nothing left but butterflies- nope, they’re gone too, suffering only, ain’t it grand, he’s dead now and maybe you should cry about it.  Tear fears for tears since then I haven’t found rocks at all to let you- I- know, what’s going down, it’s not really down, it’s all perspective and up isn’t too different, fall out of your airplanes, bring a parachute, chuck it and walk away with Charlie, the old switcheroo, Groucho grinning in a grease paint smile, can’t shake it- oh how, now, casual.


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