[ISTANBUL IS A ROUGH TOWN:] December 22, 2004, 03:50 [TELETEXT:][TELETEXT:][TELETEXT:][TELETEXT:][TELETEXT:] [FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:] {dawn} click click goes the bells of the doorman slick slick the death knells under widow click click goes the bells of the shells of the four horsemen click click goes the hells on the track and the train hunts the house of men but I am the one whose thoughts dwell on the Monterey and its carnival and it’s vunerable find me nails in the smokestack dimeo I heard her humming from the stairwell One step…but it was step too many Oh, wish me luck under Benjamin copper In captavia, I’m writing you from the state and I just can’t wait And the electric, too quiet hush hush I’ll swim to you aquarius I’ll believe in you, if you believe in lines Sip, and I slip through the safety net I’m singing flat She took a sip from her hemlock tea… In the diamondette And she sheds toward home, lost key to the Hollywood floor And we motioned, but the zodiac was calling them first Past the grapevines of our youth Cast the sunsets of the savior Give them the inlet slip {midday} say you need me, like adoption teeth say you like me, though I could never believe every wonderful heat held by envy amputee and the gang, gang and again and again one night, send me to the Aquarius, take me to Sagittarius regards, I’d like to discuss; angel was in the guard, angel almost cut me off angel was the color in the saddled by the lady well, lady well ask and we’ll see you less, say me things that are not for touching stately in the laws of touch, say something that we’ll know you’re still around for us but will you wish? Will you wish upon a star when your tying to the seventh body bag? Will you be the cables in the backround? The accaidas in the backround? “Harbor, I won’t tell a thing”/makes you laugh [CONTINUED:] you wish upon the kaleidoscope you wished me once but it wasn’t the hope that once knelt be true my ace. behoove my demigod. Dear Charles and the prints, too late smooth appraisal But wait, revenge tastes so sweet Like a tiny coated candy covered law And the great barrier reef is dying So cool your jets for awhile, got a bad ear Since you’re the apothecary of our hallelujah buffalo English When you hear the time is five, you’ll soon arrive at the falling out or in an ambulance on the tenth floor, past the immunicary and the sequence on and reporting in you’d see more if you’d read the seven deadly sins but more than that, you’d know Jewish was Jewish. Leeched and leaving, tossed and beaten Of mink fur Myth and heathen, embossed and wreathen May I remember All together, totem and charming gown worn by some checkered mistress From the few and swollen roman glue And the seeping wore one copper line Formed one sulfur wine Oh this is weather and the tide was wearing hue And your portrait isn’t primus inter parus anymore she smoothed your bedsheets out of violet she made sure your ascot was in just right she was just northern zealous willing to fit, if not happy. deceit won. {sundown} and we sift our souls among the garbage and we’re gypsy silk under a sandblast sky and it’s a long time to wait to realize it’s fleeting and you were lurking for a lover the street lights crying won’t you hold me close you were a witness to the regal and all the dead flies on the window are you questioning the miles in between? Darling you’re only pretty when you’re crying Darling you’re only lovely when you’re gone Darling you’re only fitting with the weather Oh great depression so alone, so alone Darling you’re only living when you’re dying Darling you’re only loving when you’re harmed Darling you’re only pretty when you’re crying Oh skim the sea with a broken heart Bon voyage, dear depart Kiss the speckled hands of the possessor He’s here to be heard, not for what great depression wants The lesson, I heard an eye for an eye And deceit won all lately sirens I blink once, but not twice, no no no not twice Darling you’re only ugly when you’re strong ‘Sorry’ can only be a kiss of resistance Darling you’re only pitied when you belong Soon I will know And in the borealis when it’s dark So every beauty queen cannot compete there And when you’re running out of leeches, I’ll be there none of your napoleons will be there looking I’ve stole the sugar from your o.s.s.s. And now I’m wondering about which silences are best So all the ladies hungry when you’re crying Their lonely eunuchs divide the lard from life a nervous smile when I come through from holy rollers and their powder girls and you’ll end up growing heart of gold after another full sentence, another full sentence we were sincere with a halo and shook the hands ; where the timing go? And I shook their hands where’d the hiding go And I shook those hands undying You practice too; electric lover of the landscape And all this time you were planning for the great escape We’re slowly rolling when you’re crying We’re on the corner behind the dopplegang shake The world is only loyal when you’re crying Salvation city in a blue moon But the dawn comes much too soon And we ran out of red tape in shanghai Running with the too tripe, royal crown When envy comes to see the police They’ll put a special order, but they’re never going to catch you Yours true, my woes Yours true, my love You can hide the ruby red on my karma cocoon But you won’t be visiting anytime soon… We both know, we both knew The world is the only one that was crying We both know, we both knew You’re not escaping We sigh, will you be my stately siren tonight? Hear your pleas, behind the dying dawn Grand old party and we’re running with the red plan And when the lovers only make you crying And when the motion is a reeling mistrust That’s when you’re red herring dragnet is closing by Just recall You won’t be in the tripe that long… “she sold her soul to Ego, the only true love”- anon {dusk} Hail, the red’s gone out tonight The dead’s worn out the white And the sin’s are lulling out the light Keep them going Like a rolling Czech Trojan And it’s time that we start the best rest of our lives I walked like the seven thieves of Egypt, talking all the seven plagues and all Walking on the seventh day in Egypt And New Delhi’s gotten so, so quiet just like walking on eggshells… They keep saying “There’s nothing new under the sun” like the seven plagues in Egypt If there’s nothing, then something wrong So I’m asking myself last night I’m asking if it’s dead and gone I’m watching the steam that night And the falling stars of tripe As it’s burning down like a wedding bed But I can blow it out like an electric love “La la la la la la la la” that was the sound of us singing Too much mean, I’m doing the deca-dance No one can stop the Red Barren From sinking the tripe from the sleepless sky Thank you. Too much smoke, I mean your fire engine Hope goes both, I need your vitamin Too much hope, the white flags burn down Oh double duchess may I have this dance? Let’s quench the thirst of this dry spell After the vagina knife fight, I’ll be your Archetype Prototype {IMAGE REMOVED by UbuZip} No one can stop it… Except the four, the law Czech They cripple all the talk as they go Cripple all the law Czech with all the venom Just keep watching in the sky for the red, Red Barren She was so bold and beautiful And she glowed like a pearl all night All those riddles, are they behind me? She held it all like a soft blue detail Our fire’s gone it’s the fall of Rome And she’s humming from the smoke inside of the lure And the radio please keep ravishing on Bless me now, thou vanished eye I’ll never My baby’s gone far away she’s my new world order last glance at a delta ray and I’ll never forget her Step aside, to the tune of electric lover But it was only the tomb of the Red Barren All please will the artificial crawl out We hear mercy, sweetheart won’t you cornrow? never did irration turn adore Dear the trash of the world, Who holds the keys to the seven seas? Sugar killed all your nerves, darling, but your mother doesn’t care Get a chance to limp aquarian, blonde blue eyes- arian Those days are gone, so don’t save your soul Statistics are Going up Too much sinking to the tune of electric lover Too much say I’m doing the deca-dance “Bless me then thou tranquil eye, who canst behold the greatest happiness without envy” -Nvatalie Yours and the global a go go too much thinking about the royal royal ghost line too much thinking about the ivory coastline I will promise your kids will believe That she kissed me like an 80 watt widow {twilight} “You can always sell snake oil on a Sunday”- Bruce McColl [END VIENNAGRAM:]