Xua`nfang (Chinese For Whirlwind) Here I sit in the room Turquoise and white, fluorescent light, The demonic contraption to drain my delight so I won't fight So much bullshit. I turn off the light to conceal my flight, If anyone saw me there'd have to be a fight, Reveal my weapon, lodge it inside If it was someone else, I might have cried They die, they've lied, they stride, supplied in strife, for my soul-depleted life, suicide, along for the ride, Applied, denied, supplied, confide, so fly, Now they die. In the words of the immortal savior: rape me again, Because I am not the only one who feels the cigarette burns From your suffocating blanket Tell me, why do you lie, telling me I can't fly, That it's bad to get high: to look down on your life and laugh For just a moment: That oh-so sweet motherfucking second When you can find humor in disaster, just a little faster, Taste the laughter, forever after, always the blaster, Strangle them all with the chains from your master, Choking plaster, Just run a little faster. Can I see her again? The Unborn-Flower in the rotting weeds, She takes up the emptiness, she fills up my needs. Please, Don't tell her where I am. Little lamb, bastardized plan, crumbling graham cracker crust Nothing will ever change until it all comes down like the Hollow-Naked Boomerang to the ones that are so Transparently justified in their crimes, because they died MOLOCH! MOLOCH to those today that have shut me up MOLOCH again upon those who agree. Does locking me up set you free? Like Miracle-Gro on a sickly tree? Well fuck you! Swirl my head, first far away and then up so close, Right where I can inhale your intoxicating Something that only Old Man Time can and will tell. They'll all burn so well. While we laugh and take in the blue-purpleish-green- Kiss-touch-hold-love-feel-the-wanton-passion at its best. Filling the air with the smoke dancing of me and you. Wandering through the limbo of here-there and everywhere. So forgiving, so perfect. so un-touched by the hand of evil flesh, Just caress the mess, lacking finesse, but Making up for it by it's Gonzo Flavors that can take the tongue To a place far, far away from where the middle is, Way after the loop has come to a complete halt; It's not her fault, she never said he was a rotten peach, Pickled mango of the underground apple tree. Always believe in the mesmerizing quality of this Dyin' experiment that wants to leave before Something happens And becomes All, Nothing, then, then... Something this small, this......, This Crazy MotherFucking size, only to get bigger and bigger, Until it too explodes like the Godzilla balloons Only seen at the old dusty parades you never go to anymore Because you're an Adult and you're scared of the Children. Where in the hell do they come from? All of the ones that never scare, Always serve to horrify into total Submission and Imprisonment; That the finger-so-small can keep away the crashing, Stinking rhinos for just that much longer is such A Gift-Treat-Attribute that only the little MOFO's are going to Understand the gravity of the Situation That Occured Here Just Today. And they'll venture outside to play, only to have this Weight grow more chains like a Giant regenerating octopus. Purpose: to drown them in the black hole that most never Get around to because they're the lost ones. Had too much fun, Didn't want to give it up, I want the damn green cup. Never have the feeling of someone groping on you for Every Little Piece of you that might have been Left Behind Because you have something they don't, they want, but Would never take, because you having it Makes you a Zero. The awesome questing hero, unless there's a Cementing thought pattern blocking the Highway so the Beetles With an 'A' have to climb the Ever-Growing Wall, Never thinking to go around it, Always have to conquer if you want to get to the cemetary take a left at McDonald's. Fondle: Something so tender, Swirling, Spiraling Down, Up, Left, Northeast, that you want to let something go But you know that You can't because Psychedellia stuck You In the ass with a Popsicle Stick and is spinning You and Laughing because the expression on your face is love Frozen into tiny crystallized patterns that Rusting zippos won't come near. And you cry, heave, sob, choke on still more frozen tears: Making your heart get all the warmer because Fear is Boiling, fear is annoying, Is she enjoying This, this intolerable hiss, the candy-stained bliss, Oh god, did I miss Anything? Anything at all? He'll never fall, He's slouching so tall, he's burning the walls, flaming walls, Bloody death-calls, Can you fight it, do you have the balls? Never again will they press me on, They pushed me once, and now I'm gone, Hopefully thinking that they've won, Then I attack, and the game is on. Guns of cardboard. The silvery glitter of Kinetically Imminent Explosion if Good or evil: purpose unknown, our minds are blown, streak the light, and share a hubcap pasta ending with that Blossoming melody of an Amp cranked up to full speed ahead Shouts the passenger, Along for the ride on the psychedellic surfboard, Comin' to the T.V. set, Blast the glass, hit the gas, goin' so fast, Don't have time for the past. Compact, so flat, the whacked naked substance Lookin' like a pancake that's in the mood for more. Waitin' for the day when the garter can stand up for itself and Say Kawata Patoodey over and over again, As If it's the only sound it knows. Sounds so lonely and Small and yet they blanket all. Now It's all left up to the gall, And I hope you're a sure shot, Straight, true, liar, crooked, False, pure, endure, secure, tenure too small, too loud, Not scared, too proud, never allowed, so loud, not around, Fallen down, lost in the crowd never found, knife the ground, Never taking Into account the bloodshed from the Overly Cliche` War, there's always too many ways to ignore The rapidly approaching floor As you're falling into the mountain of Homicidal homebodies, Comin' at ya like a nightmare with fangs That look like fingers with tearing nine-inch-fingernails Comin' out the third knuckle. Can your knees buckle; Do you ever even chuckle? Laugh, splash, life gives me a rash, but it's gone in a flash, Action packed to perfection, the perverse corrupt election, Candy confections, please somebody: I LOST MY DIRECTIONS! Shrivel at the sight of my own reflection. Dye my soul the tasteless color of acid, blasted, Blasted, Blasted traitors, Brainwash the children so They can be as Blasted as us. Commandeer the bus, They put up a fuss? Restrain the lust for us. And yet again they feel the same, Are you wrong, are you insane? Swallow your fame where the hell's my change. That's all. Wavestar balls. Did you not think that one day it would happen to you to? Something needs to click but maybe you're too thick. Not thick enough to lick, so sick. It's you whom the world flicks off it's shoulder because It doesn't want a disease. You are so hard to please, But I keep trying so that one day something gets recognized Besides past regrets. Something's missing. I feel it's breathing in the hall and someone's listening to us Through the walls, maybe even in them. You just never know when they're going to sneak up to you And give you that long awaited kiss, Something you didn't have to start: It was in their heart, you've done your part They were never very smart. But it's she that gives you the high you've been looking for all of your life. She could never be your wife, but she glues your life, In the way your mother never did, creator of strife. She is the walking, talking, feministic knife, Always trying to splinter your kite. Never. Never take for granted that you are immune someone's always Gonna pop your balloon. they're always gonna puke on Your afternoon, so soon, so never, i was never so very clever, I'm not sorry for what I've done, I've said it once, and now I'm gone, Passed up everything, childhood, fun, Never understood the power of a gun. Please don't run, I didn't mean to frighten beauty with my love, I'M ONLY DYING, ALL I WANT IS A HUG, PLEASE MY LOVE, please don't run. all i want is a touch from a mom, BuT tHat waS sUch a BomB. GONE, yes it's gone, and that's all there is left of me, One that dies and the other can't see, don't you understand? It happens to everyone, not just you, and not just me. Stop glowing, we never stop slowing, we're growing, Still knowing that the beginning comes for us all, Gettin' nooky in the hall, didn't think about that at all. STOP THE NOTHING! In the years gone by, you are the one thing I noticed. I looked at you and something else floated. I found out I'm not the only one who's broken, And you are not alone. When I look at you, I'm stripped to the bone And there's nothing else to say. There's nothing there for me to hear. Nothing is what we share and it's what we have in common Because love is nothing. It's hunting, And when it pounces, It likes the heart the best, but it spits out the bones. But you could eat me whole, and I'd like it and make you full. Never, always, forever the hallways, eternally orgasmic Because that's where I see you the most. As the sick snake crawls along, He feels the wooden stick Through his back and is quite annoyed at not being able to slither any longer, Am I the same? Always twisting, writhing, somehow Struggling through one dark square to another, Swimming in the breadcrumbs in-between the swirls I backstroke towards. Striving for every little whirlpool I can, So peverse, twisted, Wrongly-dysfunctional, unconditional surrender along the way, So orange, green, yellow, purple, bluish-pink neon tangerinish Pickle green, oh-so mean, so clean, So lost and forgotten: Eaten to the rotten core from the inside in. So subservient to the fact that it all comes to an end somewhere, Even though in the true ever-watching spirit of Jack Kerouac: The choruses have all been non-stop improv. This gig is not shot, but as it began in a room, So shall it end with my feet of the ground. Swirling Around.
Reason for writing:
Let truth light your candle,
Let it burn the white rose of innocence.
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