Come all ye for creative writing, drunken porch monkey talk, sobriety talk, music, odd and weird historical shit. What have you. From high brow to low brow
During hurricane Helene In asylum met Darlene After twelve years relapsed On the rose stem that's cracked Cause her fiance's a closet queen
Well each of us lost our homes She can sit on my broken throne Darling used to be quiet If the wills there I'll pry it Demanding digits to my phone
Now see she's north west of theos But those tits ain't from Nat Geo We're both dry as ouarzazate Flash that ass like a primate My heart's niggardly she'd be burning coal
Black robe pulled from storage Needs chrysanthemums in pockets The doors, watch the doors Scythian bound in chains in Trapezounta Potential catechumen wandering catacomb floors Could lay sixty thousand Venetian merchants to waste With Laban's sword And in the south sojourn
The infinite Erythraean
Reverse cross sign Ironic hitlahavut Cause blades of glass to rhyme And Marie to change her tide
Burnt hand baking soda bread The quantum risks inside my head Would it bleed if I'm unworthy I'll still float but made my bed
I see the forest See the trees But don't see you Though you found me
Climb the rat lines boys Before you're soaked up to raglan sleeves and sou' westers And swallowed by pycnocline leviathan With shit eating grin Shake your dick like a sistrum We're sconces, we're semaphores All weaknesses strengths Tip toeing on spandrels in galoshes I said make smectic not smegma! This is fifth generation warfare Earn your sobriquets On the matrix of battle For we win no matter how thin the spangle
If God is a DJ Then I'm a broken turntable Testament stuck in a notched groove If I could stick that needle in my arm
If the devil's the wind Then I'm smoke without fire Blasphemous sloth out of spite If I could get this fatwah off my head
If thine is the kingdom Then I'm faded glory Challenge (((Levi Strauss))) to a duel If I could rig mining cartels to explode
If Byzantium was the millennial reign Then demons run maritime law Might not be kosher to protestant parents If I'd need the assistance of saints
If I'm playing ball with the third shift nurse Paul Then I'll rhyme for that ex Soviet Well he prefers soccer and he don't like the Flyers If it fits, we're the state he escaped
If sugar and spice are why we have wars to fight Then I'm full of bloodlust on the moon Look at men without pussy, it's tragic yet funny If you're a groomed mouse with a complex and chip
If elephants and donkeys can find common ground Then this clinic would buckle and shake There's some shared perspective in our fake elections If we loosen our rhythm and rais(on)
Then there's the gift of free will If you know you can't know The incomprehensible mind of God Then you'll relax on verandas above porch monkeys and pandas It's that broken glass, dick dragging love
Holding court with the Doge State secrets patented on an artificial island Both of us sworn to silence Like trying to communicate Through the roar of a million locust The deadliest game of Scrabble imaginable Playing wall ball with squish globe
Awoken to check vital signs Schizo jew wants a sex change Can't recall dream now Turn volume up on TV For a cute girl - frustrated
Game of Palace with tomboy Talk of umpires on the take Was I at the 1919 world series ? Did I fix it ? Am I the eternally bleeding soldier Of Underwhelem ? You tell me When salt water turns fresh
Target acquired Such language doesn't matter In your perception or opinion anymore
Welcome home [redacted] (sacred word) To bring you back to life In this machine Flotsam or jetsam Call me hypocrite
Pot high in the tower There's no cameras Past the cyber cafe on King In the alley behind The ice house deli and the inn Where thugs from Philly Hide from bounty hunters
A couple, more programmed than I What zebra abomination to prevent? Molded after the kiln To be fashioned into jewelry
Call me Ishmael Call me Quazimandias Call me the wind Don't call me [redacted]
Can't find the door to the veranda With the out of place herringbone brick floor That leaves me bemused through the window Roommate's son my age died of pneumonia He pronounces it ammonia in Irish south Philly accent To this age would still help his kid cross the street
And I'm gasping for air In flashbulb memories Of the halcyon days Hammock over dulcarnon Redeux, redeux, redeux Adieu phantom caboose Balso's dream in Trojan horse Placebo father set the course
