arrive gladly, gloating, surrounded, attrocities.
telling to spy on the pale, the weaker, light on your feet you must be.
direct but cloaked, clouded, dazzled with lust to live,
to ride the widest narration of hit hip lip, brick built corridors.
spill bullits, bill the banks, walk the planks, spread the melodic pull of no direction,
of arrow headed knowhere.
did someone for us, for me, please call time out..
collossal queues, dependant children, hated loves, webb spun injectors, collectors, family investigators, idle collaborators,
just a short walk needed to take, to see.
flesh looting, given, forgiven, ambition, living, tide of opinion, but send the hope of barbecued brown autumn,looking in black mirrors, visions, blank or sacred behind electric hurricane lamps,
with whisker picking overtime, sombre thoughts are born, step out from the glare, from jealous scorn, when borrowed minds are alergic to a pragmatic view of you, ill tell myself and everybody else, less bitterness.
they'll iron out your seams, melt all your dreams, burn all your steam into the air, saying its a sin to be a drunk before you get to paradise,
well what if we get there?
what are we going to do if we get there?
may i suggest we drink and celebratate,
make love and celebrate,
just sing and celebrate,
because we got there.