& Stoke The Fire

Circus elephants roll backward on tie die balls

Loose tucked between the soft tits of time---

Hush doll, (he speaks in a violet whisper) the lightning only tastes like pepper at noon,

But come three hours (his thumbprint is in the sky) and that damn sun ‘il look like a sliced liver (the mock guillotine- Mafioso cue for ‘gut the squealer’)

And some boy, (she gasps and pulls the sheets close to her naked body) he’ll be crucified, and by God I mean crucified to a sycamore tree (hiatus�"he inhales cherry bourbon pipe, then exhalessss)

 

With deep roots- (deep as that hole I’ve got in my dead ocean memory of her-)

---But somewhere, thoughts shift rails---

Then again- what does it mean anyway, you & I really? (He eyes her through the satin smoke, she blushes-- the color looks impressionist against her bleeding oak hair)

What did it ever mean…

(Whisper and exeunt to the Catalan ironwork balcony to find her harlot eyes in the night,

For she is godless now- she took his heart down the long road and left his body to the ditch)

And now the unconscious man has become conscious of what he has lost…

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[Hollow Man]

styyyllleeee man. that's what i'm talkin bout...lets roll smoke into picassos thoughts tonights