Spaceboy13
05-19-2007, 01:40 AM
Part II
Polka dotted censory and crumbled freeways of criss cross satires
Switchblade thoughts thru empty headed speed freaks
Images of ice and lipstick
Breezy coast lines hang forth for a situated earthquake and tremor
Beat cigarettes standing up in the sidewalk awaiting death and pleasure
Fallen cities carried along the road to be revived and revitilized
Is anyone there? Or am I talking to the fucking sky
Spilt blood and slip up coffee grounds litter the pavement
Staring at the bricks standing on the midnight train
Spoken paintings and scupltures await the side comments of a lonely spectator
To be crashed to the linoleum floor and swept away in the mass of illusions
Meditation stances and chanted mantras, life is nothing but a world of uncertainty
Tripping thru an oblivious stupor of ignorance and lust
Easing the runaways to a halt and foreshadowing their dark futures
Tight strings and radios steer the wheel over a cliff of madness and waiting
Furry rugs and small amounts of pitty, litter my santcuary
Tearing my mind on a jagged, irriant thought of perception
Orants calling to me with naked breasts and pubic beards
Ink scares on the white skin of a winter bred man in the gutter
Ominous scars and welts on the shaved legs and foot
Negative portration of desks and an untouched streak of shame
Spaced minded fuck ups who died inside tripping on their ego fueled highs
Shut down in the one track heard of iguanas and slugs
While the unfortunate futures of many was weighed and decided upon
Bleating in the distance of unexistent realms of death and oddness
Falling down beside your ghost, what did they form?
Sitting next to your figure, what did they mutter?
Swallowed whole by the creeping dankness of superstition and mysticism
Cutting down the wires from a third lynching of protigical literary minds whose defining prose settled deep in my thoughts and wit
Staring down the boxed scenes of shit and wasted cement
Downpours falling from the grey skies onto concrete jungles
Crawling with junkies, narks, and quick minded hipsters
Disease of mind sweeping in to take away my concisness and pre meditated trips
Altered illusions of the street lights and pavement thickening the caluses in my figure
Refrences to a belated forthcoming disasater of slaughtered women and children
Sparingly slicing out the mens egotistical hearts and souls, which clinged to the fadeing oblivion
Stars stretch to a field of trotted down animals and bark peeled trees, many leaves were picked without disturbance from the distraught oracles
Polka dotted censory and crumbled freeways of criss cross satires
Switchblade thoughts thru empty headed speed freaks
Images of ice and lipstick
Breezy coast lines hang forth for a situated earthquake and tremor
Beat cigarettes standing up in the sidewalk awaiting death and pleasure
Fallen cities carried along the road to be revived and revitilized
Is anyone there? Or am I talking to the fucking sky
Spilt blood and slip up coffee grounds litter the pavement
Staring at the bricks standing on the midnight train
Spoken paintings and scupltures await the side comments of a lonely spectator
To be crashed to the linoleum floor and swept away in the mass of illusions
Meditation stances and chanted mantras, life is nothing but a world of uncertainty
Tripping thru an oblivious stupor of ignorance and lust
Easing the runaways to a halt and foreshadowing their dark futures
Tight strings and radios steer the wheel over a cliff of madness and waiting
Furry rugs and small amounts of pitty, litter my santcuary
Tearing my mind on a jagged, irriant thought of perception
Orants calling to me with naked breasts and pubic beards
Ink scares on the white skin of a winter bred man in the gutter
Ominous scars and welts on the shaved legs and foot
Negative portration of desks and an untouched streak of shame
Spaced minded fuck ups who died inside tripping on their ego fueled highs
Shut down in the one track heard of iguanas and slugs
While the unfortunate futures of many was weighed and decided upon
Bleating in the distance of unexistent realms of death and oddness
Falling down beside your ghost, what did they form?
Sitting next to your figure, what did they mutter?
Swallowed whole by the creeping dankness of superstition and mysticism
Cutting down the wires from a third lynching of protigical literary minds whose defining prose settled deep in my thoughts and wit
Staring down the boxed scenes of shit and wasted cement
Downpours falling from the grey skies onto concrete jungles
Crawling with junkies, narks, and quick minded hipsters
Disease of mind sweeping in to take away my concisness and pre meditated trips
Altered illusions of the street lights and pavement thickening the caluses in my figure
Refrences to a belated forthcoming disasater of slaughtered women and children
Sparingly slicing out the mens egotistical hearts and souls, which clinged to the fadeing oblivion
Stars stretch to a field of trotted down animals and bark peeled trees, many leaves were picked without disturbance from the distraught oracles