Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Cosmicomicon

Gnostic riddle CD case
Motorcycle alley pace
Me and myself over grace

Entire persons obliterate
Mark my words with rabid pen
"I'll never do that for you again"
Tilling vacant lots at night
Job opportunities out of sight
Party in the caveman way
Bottle rockets, tooth decay
Mean just that and what I say
Collegiate hunger, purdy face

Me a go go to the bar
To find an active shooting star
Freaky dealers in the Buick
Microcosmic absolution
Far off blood
Linear trace
A signpost turning
To a face:
"Back you go to youthful means
Carrots peas and Baptist beams"

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