you arrive at a party later

behind each door a beast inner room

as you alight from a car as light as a starburn

alight lightly like flame on wood

you the hammer on the subconscious gate

oh lemme in lemme in bang bang bang!

inadvertently insulting every guest

romeo crashes on his earth as poison curdles

the …what are those flowers called….?

they all pop headed in the winterbeam

you choose something else

triple impulsive deepening enveloping

you trip along incompleting man

your sense something whispers in your ear

that unlucky black cat is wagging his tail

all down the line the great comets will fall

on cities and dungeons that should ever lie in ruins

the words that come through me come true for me

the things i am told to say not withdrawn

you on the other hand are left

the foyer of dreams is a dreary place

when you know you wake up with the shakes

the sky open above it

the bomb shelters underneath it

the wind whistles through other years no one hears

yes when you wake up in your hotel by the sea

i will be faraway out of my tree

impelling this dust to form features on paper i call paintings

i cry a nightmare of mistakes

i breathe life into crayon kings in black coeur du roy

i whiten the smiles of misshapen goddess but still love beyond

the endorsement comes with its silky price

the wandering murmuring river of mirror flowing into your room

the frightening thought that you might be a fool

when all of your money is gone from your pockets and drawers

when the wondering paused at the top of the stairs

like a side of your hide out the other side hidden

forgetful in a trance you try some lame dance

astonishment rather than delight the audience reward you with bored boos

adjacent weather inclementing fever

the swamps of our city beckon like green mouths in the night

i cruise with a platoon of macaroons and a sip of star sop operetta

you tattered beat on your feet crushing the meek

i break everytime i hear your sacred names off my dial

you cursive dog ear rogue you scoundrel joe blow it all away

merry chrissmas you hawkhead you train enjoy your jamboree

the metal has melted or peeled away the years

where they bluffed time off your face

that place above the ocean where the highrise meets the shadows

i’ll be drinking a virgins martini and frivolously tearing wings off turns

you’ll be swerving the diamond illusion re-presenting itself as swami frickin’ love

alone in desert after desert you fall for that shebang

that shibboleth you dig so much from groovy kensington

jesus all the nails you did in amsterdam hook line and simper

yeah you whimpered when the hooker not a bad looker

but you shouldnt booker

at the ends of both earths why did you bother to ask her out?

doubt and misfortune cast their tar and resinous rays

you might laugh at this film of tears they screen twice weekly

we cry in the stalls when the hero gets taken off

you scoffed and laughed and suddenly the staff appear

shining a torch the scorching beams penetrate our every I

when it eventually stops the cops have arrived

they manhandle the us men on easy street like two bears

i didnt think itd be perfect

but

whatever it fuckin’ was

it wasnt worth it