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Anger bang, what a shame. Here we groan again, and whistle wolves to the shed in the snowstorm, where they attacked us, and the cactus attacked us, and we had pupils the size of the harvest moon, singing about a day of the week gone to some southern state. And ill for sure feel you in the laughs sometime soon and ill for sure get blue when we sleep all day. And fuck i wasnt gonna cry but holy shit did i ever, and it dont feel a lick better. Sex wont help, only mistress morphine with her sweet smile and hillbilly cousin contin will guffaw in my face for a price. Do you make sense, do i make sense? change for a spare tire, tires for a spare child, and diapers for geriatrics in yer back room.
with the wind, gang.
See ya soon. AM. RIP.
So another down and im ready to go. are you? Spend all that money and get back on the point. We partied hard at smash mouths recording studio and damn that was some shitty blow, and i woke up burning eyes and wailing for the fix. Drove swiftly from san jose back into the peninsula and bought some special blue friends and right there in the van got down and that frown went upside down. So ill wet my whistle and ride off, the notches in my belts dont mean a thing, and Abilene is where i pull in and screech horse legs and im suck lips around the opium pipe and pale white wastrel gimme gimme gimme, i miss you kid. Yer gonna miss yer kid. Damn what about devon? hope he makes it alright. Im gonna rush through without looking to hard cause ill throw up from the ache in my brain. Why cant it be ‘76 and sex on the driveway and good tyme conversation by the pool while some flashy thing shows off her new implants, its a new procedure. Boy i miss my old tyme connection, i miss knowing itd be there when i showed up, but i pushed past that and smoked too many cigarettes and threw up my hamburger. And Elvin bishop crooned to me and i drifted to downtown and fooled around and fell in drugs. Smile gang, this is the last picture on the camera, and i might by my common, often accident expose the negatives, negative, who wants positive? So lets fool around some more and ill keep whining and youll keep striving and someday ill be at the bottom and youll be at the top and all ill have is memphis minnie to drive me home. No more teeth, one gold one.
Smile.
Leap into the ear.
Good morning toast. Pop! Smiling at me at i bite off the face in hungry passion. Crumbs clinging to my shitstache. Good morning woman, roll over i wanna do it doggy. back up i wanna prove to you i have good aim. Eat up you needs yer protein and cover the window with that mexican blanket we found tossed over the side of a fence. Maniacal laughter i start the day in the dark and when i smile my teeth glow and i tried to tie off with sausage links. Lets sleep with the flies buzzing around and the honey combs dripping in the dusty pines shining rays of sun through the dark. And pan down to the base of the trees and there we are just funnin’. Singing nursery rhymes and sipping lake water from a champagne glass. I swallowed a fish. Then the male strippers came busting through the background paper and ruined the whole shot.
I joined them and we traveled around the usa looking for party times and perhaps a lovely lady to settle down with, hang up our bow tie and cod piece for good.
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The amorphous mysteries of the sullen morning. The golden gleam of guns in the sunrise when the car sped off and hit the traffic light. After spending hours in the cop shop i was given three steps and then they were upon me. I recoiled and ran for the locked doors and smashed through without a second to spare cause all those boys in blue were doing the hump hustle in groups shredding cloth and badges sparking as they flew into the street.
Half sun and half stars stumbling through the streets now.
broken water main and sprinkler systems roaming.
pearly whites in the knife fight and a dancing duet atop the scoured pits of refuse. And im just wasting away again in…. ville.
first twelve seconds of shes as beautiful as a foot.
Greetings space cadets, its time to sugar the road and relax, unload, put on yer hi fi phones and go on a rocking galaxy quest, damn the ergot aint right just yet. The strings on the model rocket can be seen and the hybrid space suits arent aqueous enough for this watery bowel movement. So come to be blasting off, and twist and shout while no ones home and turn down yer radio at stop signs and traffic lights. California stop. We will jump joyously in bell bottoms and fringe jackets. Nehru jackets white with a pink rose on the lapel. Well, dont you know i love you man, and this brains on the wane so lets all play jims favorite game, go insane, and take the gun from yer brain and let it down plain. Smile broad for broads and salt the sidewalk in the snowy summer. Long lengths of lines gyrating in time to catch howdy doody on the fuzzbox as she thrusts her box at you in panting anticipation, its gets dark and the gizmos of grandpas old stoned room melts into place. The glow in the dark and the blacklights smiling a million years ago when there was still some semblance of future to behold. No past no present, no future. Just rapture, an orgasm in yer mind all the images of nothing gleaming like yer fifth grade smile from the picture on the mantle.
swan under the stars in the lake, the homeless lazy around the shore singing in unison to the thrusting huffs and puffs of teens drinking and fucking in the oak grove nearby. Their fire bright and crackling crackling jumping through laughing, a car wreck took out two of them a business man getting head from his wife lost control after he spilled the lime he was cutting on the dashboard to go with his shot of tequila. Mid level management. Cobwebs and creaking floorboards i woke up to the piano roll and gulped my laudanum down and punched a whore in the face cause she done smoked my last cigarette and i couldnt cop a nod without them, a bag and fresh papers. Some caribbean tobacco baron, the sky blooming tropical flowers, left me a pile of sugar cane and i sat and waited for the man.
Outside the snowy wood shack the yellow light was weak and i was weak and hungry for no more night and no more trapped in the depths. i was bundled up right and my rags were soaking through. My lantern barely flickering and the holes in my face gave way to wreckage in the eye sockets that reached deep back to ‘49 when i was lavish in my golden warmth of fireplace rooms and brandy by the firelight. But white faced and black eyed now staring into the solemn shack. I see her knitting by a black stove and i shivered. Nervous and hoping shed let me in.
This Gangsta Earth. With a Cheesesteak.
last time i opened that book was before the end of varying vocabulary and cold blue mornings where vibrations left me swinging in the gold coin playground, its subtle now, and less willing to come out and play for the deep groove of sneers and jeers of the little tyke realms are still smeared on the white shirt and crusty running noses smile under mouths with a garden of teeth where the swamp home was bright with greens mossy and full, the cypress tree a haunted landmark, like the dark sierras or the briny full moon beach, dark red seaweed in piles strewn with the oily black greens of ancient kelp, the barnacles overwhelm. A stormy day at mono lake, and a sunny volcanic summer at crater lake. Its a lake tour vacation sweepstakes, no purchase necessary. He was one of those kind of cats who was proud of his vintage jukebox and used coasters when we all know coasters are for women, am i right men? Scattered claps and manly chuckles, cigarette smoke and clinking glasses make way for the next set up and punchline. Thats when the heckler got brave. And there you go, you got the headlines “murder at the chuckle hut”. Humans chuckle like chickens cluck and we live like the slow fungal invaders, suffocating the biggest animal of them all, and we all got that Oedipus complex, cause we fucked our mother good.
So, replay that night walking home with the moon playing stupid games and unemployed parents waiting at home to smoke a bowl, usually nodded out and not willing to smoke. So steal another one from the closet and pass out watching cartoons to wake up and replay it all again. Late 1980s comedy movies become our reality, and the nineties might as well have not happened.
Wait… What happened?
Sorry, i wasnt paying attention…
Damn did i want to ride for 8 seconds. Buckin and fuckin in the back of my truck. In New mexico again, 1993, on my way to a clint black show, it was after the disease left me in nevada and the casino ring followed me in the night and the clink of ice in the watered down drink made me chatter my teeth in the early morning restless wrangle with my mind. Put yerself in my shoes.
the lowdown. wave that flag.
From dancing days to dr phil and extreme sexual exploitation, america on the skids and the ideals asunder, here we grow again weeds in the sidewalk of time blemishing the handcrafted skills of deadbeat dads and malicious moms, tying, prying, and suddenly dying, the eyes drying, flies buzzing and supplying the birth of the skull born maggot and it eats away yer dreams and the american sick look passing through in stitches in time, flowing in waves and coming to surface only when the direst of television ratings are necessary…
at young she was a party girrrl, made up too much, and stinking of booze and sex with who knows who. Shes got the jones on tough now, laying lazy in a dark room as i ask a question coming in from the light, she dont care, shes glazed and dazed and on her way to the heights of youth, and then in a festive spoof, she made it to her dreams, whatever they were, and whatever part i played was, im still here in america rocking and reeling and rolling, chased by the predators of suburban western state, its northern part, the one with the capitol building. The dirty lowdown.
i shit a kid and bricked a…
7 minutes in 7-11.
