one stone
two stone
ripples back and forth
a quick look back and forth
a tug at the zipper
the tinkle of urine as it splashes into the pond
In the distance...a metallic breeze
far beneath...Sirens singing...chasing the weary fish
Abandoned and ruined First Starts
Its carcase stains the eyes
twisting sight with its shapless deformed mass
Its carcase stains the wind
twisting the breeze to a whine
an unnatural and life nullifiying Pitch as a monumnent to the would be builders...
somthing stirs and lifts its head to the stars...
Sam Delany...African Chief higher than God...morphs into a Secret Agent Man...higher than God...
we kick free
and now
kicking it on a space crusier I pass him the joint and we laugh like crazy...
The flora and fauna are literally mind bending out here...but we live for this shit...
the shape and colors...always new...
and this is not some damed hallucination these things are real...this is science...real as fuck...and we have spent a fair amount of time traveling to see them...
We rock out in the lab in zero gravity as we tend to the experiments.
Jenny was a natural girl who had no idea how heavy it was going to get.
She adjusted fast after the food riots and quickly became a militant chick...
she never felt more free than on the back of a Hog
and it was not long before she was the leader of her own Motorcycle Gang...
she never really lost touch with her softer side, it was just that the world would not let her have a moments peace.
Zorro just sits in the Subway picking at his guitar.
somewhere...a pianist listens in on the wind and taps a key-note
dust blows into my eyes. I see him at the other end of the street...we each are in slow motion...steping before the draw...
Snow is melting...dripping
the ice was holding something back...which slowly lurches forth to suffocate in gental persuasion...
The sole of my foot bouncing back up at me
I see a stretch of train track I have never seen before
I have never drifted up this path before.
1st street open and low, industrial bay alive in the summer fog
A burned out semi-trailer is twisted and black
A woman and man discuss how taking responsibility for their feelings is the best way to go...
They are pounding in the stakes to raise the circus tent
Thud thud thud
I just wish I could sleep off this cheap whisky
Thud thud thud
before I have to put that white face on again...
Thud thud thud
Thud thud thud
Thud thud thud
Thud thud thud
dreams of the seaquin girls undulating to me in Strip Tease
Serpantine "Come On"
Thrust Thrust Thrust
Thrust Thrust Thrust
Thrust Thrust Thrust
Jiggle
Thrust
jiggle Jiggle
Thrust
I am in a car by myself driving fast and free
no clown crew...no clown car...
Alone and Free
a knock at the door is not heard...is ignored...is merged with the sound...
A glass set down briskly, wobbles with an echo
somewhere a needle is dragged across the record of time...
Loose sleeves of lace, long white fingers; a green liquid glares languidly at the pianst...who is oblivous of his inattentions.
His eyes are black pools where a dim and distant strain is sought for...a metallic breeze
His heart beats in erratic pulses that match the sound of knocks at the door, knocks distorted beyond recognition by the action of the green fairy that sits in the glass upon the white enameled gentel beast...and his long white fingers...trailing along the savage white teeth...
She is decending down a staircase that is at once the keys and the razor sharp teeth;
she walks as if she floats, her white gauzy gown flowing around her like sea foam and shell.
Melts away into a distant landscape of a desert at dawn.
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