a movie in a star -
a galactic cadillac cruising coolly through
the aisles - the
bombastic implosion derailling the prevailing
erosion of the smiles -
pixie dust and grenadine mixing in the tonic -
supersonic elaborations
circumventing the collaborations of the
True, the Wise, the Hope, and
the Logic, all locked
away somewhere in buerocracy's closet -
snakes hissing and hissing, pricks
pissing down on the clowns in the
streets being meek awaiting the berating
that
the corporate 'massas' have to blast us
with today -
in a rage full of incredulous
justification - living a fire of rightious
trust and elation -
a whole row of teeth to show the camera
so that you smell like all the innocent -
watching in your nightmares the ways of no
worth which through you were lives spent -
licking the lips of your demon, allowing it
a taste of the soul it will dine upon -
a movie in a star -
oceans of faces awaiting the sky -
following whatever notions
it's whim does imply.
Birth sign: Cancer
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