I’m on a Cohen to the top of the hill
I’m on a mission in her big old world
with her abalone wind
her stuff on a fence
Stop and get me at the top of the hill
Now everything’s reek
When I learned that tree was piggy noise
hammer voice
hoisin rain
Sun is up, the world is fat
Smell a runt and drone of fries
Hoisin rain
Don’t give me a tinhorn prism
Tookie Lawton took the dirt road
Night is fog and light, a bloody egg
Lachrymae soul
Hidden branch carving with an axe
with the laws of man
the grapes of your hand
I’m going to tape the scenes of my brother
down to appall
down to napalm humiliation of our fallen steed
written in the book of Tubal Cain
Long-gone shogun of a roast cocaine
Brooklyn to moan, a stretch of the rack
all my belongings
Hot ice, krunkaire
Roulette, roastgiving
Duck santa, steak road
Heat roid
Puff doody
diaroad
di-cleft
wet clothes
Jump-boobs
Outside it’s death with a towel around him
You can let it out, it’ll love you
shaves off, new pink nut yell
I tossed a KO around you’re robe
A cold jammy to the window
Usher held my name in a scream
Don’t go into that barn yeah
His howl’s a potato with romaine
Claw like fingers, shining to a talon
to the muck of that bar
my porticoed house
the fallen timbers upside, whiped with field of gray
Did you bury your fire
Did your gocaust go
She broke a pie in the dust
lipstick made of glass
Behind the smoke of her curtain
sunk like a hammer to the leg
Tag your wagon to plow the road to the dead
Shamy Bomahomey on the lamb
Sheila’s hair
The sirens of snaking
somewhere in the whirl the reptiles blend in
down in the first rover
I want to know the pig
the hush hotel
metropolitan eye
the Cadillac stone
fifty analog rainbows
Acapoopoo
