Little Apple rolling

1

 

Midnight I spend  

to find your sorry a*s

barefoot behind the chemist

 

floating high in your deep, manhole fancies in daisy coloured skies of lollipop meth

Still trying to pose some dignity Mother taught us with the help of sweet Jesus Christ

 

Spaced out and drifting with an outstretched hand to be saved, I assume

 

“Come on home” I said

 

Integrate  ---halogen burning the vision blind

Integrate -- magic monkeys screaming the vision deaf   

Integrate -   LSD hysteria in graffiti, barbwire heroin fiery against the wall   

 

 A spend soul that forgot his weeping mother and f**k our daddy that forgot us  a long time ago when he took the train one morning to Brooklyn to spend his inflated liver on drink and skirts.

 

It is tarmac hallelujahs with a silly dollar to feel sorry for all of us

 

“Hey little apple go get yourself a cup of Joe” 

“Hey little bro, Momma is waiting”

 

Recognition fails and the sorry a*s bum says

“Don’t you have another dime to spare?”

2

Got home early morn and reported that salvation was still born in blank eyes

“Little apple is still crashing high dear Mamma “

Worn down she says “one day that vein injected dragon will find him and incinerate his sorry a*s”

She cried, cried, and I wailed because she cried.

Reviews

[zookeeper]

Very powerful. Drags the reader to syringe-covered streets. "Magic monkeys screaming the vision deaf" - brilliant!