Count down
One
never break the rules
never break the rule
fuck that
bought the dope from a Aztec preist
he was living in
a neon light bulb
whole lot a
whole loto sensation
straight to the
pleasure center
as a crack head would say
tickled me from all
four corners
Two
and i sat in cold strange basements trying to sleep on cafeteria chairs
and i drove miles and miles and looked at the moon
and i set everything aside and did nothing
and i had long wordless conversations about bullshit with people i hated
and i poured all my feelings into purple flowers
and i opened myself up to all my fears and loved them
Three
rotted berry
stomach pump guaranteed ulcers
dirt builds under the finger nails and every thing moves slowly now.
rub my self into a bloody mess
flesh pushing into metal into cement walls
feeling the pain and wondering why?
why is anything
anything?
Four
fell out of bed
landed flat on my face
everything builds up into an explosion
there is dirt under my fingernails
i wish my dirt was as dark as hers
it shines you know
like an orgasm. glowing growing pulsing with the night air.
static charge trying to dust the screen
( that's the problem with the world today there is no love left no body care about the shit back
when i was never there was a lot of love no fucking rat poison. no shakes no staying up until
noon the next day with cramps and the familiar feeling of death or cardiovascular arrest)
Five
Time to let the tin can man scream into my ears about nothingness and what it is like to be alive,
Hid all the memories hid them well file them away and lock them up but sooner or latter the
chicken get hit by the blue olds with the blind driver.
Shit forgot about that old time head trip forgot about the melting. just like that drunk hick
staggering his way across the dance floor
he was riding a wave
surfing the freeway
he had no fucking clue who or where he was
he knew about
reality and time travel, he knew
Six
Pressed the now to my face
watched the lite cigarette and
i sucked in the smile
I could see a speck a tiny black dot moving
closer to me
the ice was frozen solid
the wind cut into my skin through layers of coats and long underwear
And i yelled out
ICE Walker
Seven
spent all my time following this caravan
following screams and disillusions dreams injected with steroids
pumped up twice the size of life
now i realize they are all lies
Reason for writing:
dreams lost and dream dead
Birth sign: Not entered
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