I’m in the jungle steppin over fallen brethren, beasts roaring, hunters on the loose, film at 11. The sound of the ground beneath my feet is concrete. Music rising down to meet me from a window a city street. Violence and violins it’s mother’s milk to us. We drink it down as we make midnight maneuvers. Maraudin like a tribe of lost saints and vandals, paintin in a cave lit by American candles. You see the writin on the wall, you hear the raven’s call, pukin out your poison in a bathroom stall. Breathin smog & stench, cut an alley, hop a fence and find yourself a prayer where the sidewalk ends. The light bends so my vision is askew, but I can’t ask you for help because you suffer from it too. The same disease, we are brothers of a fever, know reality is ugly still we are beautiful dreamers. 

Words fell out of me, casual slip in time, dripping from the womb and smellin of valentine. Pigs got hungry and settled for more bacon. Tripe for the winners, considered a free nation. Radio is playin “echo chamber of parrots”. Horses jockey for position gettin stuck for their carrots. Bees in the garden pollinatin to death, poppies of the field what give ‘em the sweet breath.  Shoutin hallelujah preparin to take the wafer, put it on my tongue it’s as light as a piece of paper. Never let a black cat cross your path(?) I listen to the shit that they say and I just laugh. Most of ‘em are lying, a couple are doin math, 9 out of ten of ‘em don’t even know the half. Superman lovers, hiding under the covers and prayin for Clark Kent to come & save their ass while Batman brothers are boning without rubbers to this liberation music screamin “Free at last!” Cigarettes, cheap food, gas & liquor. Diabetes, swollen colon and a cancerous liver. America is dreaming, it’s a nightmare in silk sheets. Cream spoiled rotten but the beast still feasts.