#cocaine isevil

[savagesneversleepnyc]

THE EPIC MIRROR

As trucks thunder under the windows sill

I awake in a cross eyed moon beam slip through the blinds and cast a shadow my feet don’t care for… so up and at them to begin a new as once a moat was full up in the very same room.

The LION plays with the ball

As the darkness wraps and claps traps shuttered from explaining why smoking COCAINE is OK, while being a devout derelict is a SIN… winter’s breathe recoils in far off clouds echoing thunder and hail that peppers the ground below like heretic who are STONED.

The rubble had been quiet for all but a fort night and try as they might hope for a murmur to sneak from the crevices of choices and pain that employ pushermen to take ever penny then try to explain directions back to the CRACK SPOT. To pawn shoes under a snowy staircase to a bum for a FIX like the worst I man knew did…

Avoiding the ELEPHANT FART

in the room as the

BASOON TRUMPETS TIMPANI CYMBALS

CRASH AMEG STRADIVARIUS

EXPLODE obvious craters that all

Too quickly become our EYE HOLES

That ROLL BACK into noggins and pretend to smile and CARE, but instead look past and keep it moving… as choosing to engage the CAGED ANIMAL makes anyone go toe to toe with the version we hold up so proudly but live in profound TERROR of being actually SEEN AS…

The hands of the master are old and brittle

The hands of the clock with a point in the middle

The point at which we see the numbers and entirety of all infinity

Collapse into a hole next to a

SPARROW perched upon the

GRAND FATHER CLOCK’S NOSE

INTO the eyelit that pulled a crew on sails that were tattered and torn from the gale

INTO SALVATION from the stasis of pain

INTO lifeboats we construct with JUNK we scavenge on rocky points

INTO the way back to our place and safe keepers who KRAKEN at DAWN with

TENTACLES OF LOVE reaching SKYWARD to caress the mighty fish and frigate so delicately to become a LEVIATHAN

THE HEART OF DARKNESS POUNDS LIKE THE DRUM UPON THE PHAROH’S YACT

The EVIL thing that has besieged an epic mirror I see reflecting back at me

Pinging shards of precious illumination down long deadly shafts to peel back the meaning of HIEROGLYPHS of SPHIX breaking bread

With CATS BATS and LITTLE GREEN MEN

YOU tattoo a green man or two on your head so I find it not off or odd or any sort of coincidence that it was on your NUT when I awoke. To find. You furious GEORGE that a UZI of LOVE sprays shells that put HOLES in excuses use to justify taking

ONE MORE HIT

JUST ONE MORE

BEFORE WE DIE

or

DEAD EACH OTHER RATHER THEN SAY HI…

2:30am YARDIE HOD OGE IZU 314

(Upon awaking to argue with a mate struggling with many forces and substances)