[20 YEARS OF SERVICE:]
February 03, 2005, 20:54

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{dawn}
(high above Salvation City aboard the S.S. Love is dead)
we took a high speed bullet train
that kissed the whole way home
a guilty tyrant, guilded kaleidoscopic-eye
from black and white, the railroad spikes
back to Verona, make the bed tonight
only to weep there like a hydrogen bomb

she swallowed ultra violet 
until her eyes were sore
she’s living up to all the cemetery math.
when violet spat plagues at teepee’s 
In butane jewels blew jaw-less mercy, 
a maiden called ‘the sleepless beard’ apologized.
It was a pregnant applause for the strict nine
Or mandarin fuzzing out on the AM,
Do pile harps to the corks of pinot grigio.
Oh assistant, black list miss. 
English skin sulked on the couch
And sang the frouline slouch. 
Take me back to the watershed
To that hunger drone. I’m begging you.
A legion,
And only through the spire, no one can continue…
They pulled our bodies out of the briers
One for me and one for the Internationale.
Black slime under black ice, oh drag me under to make me your pet…
The mercy of the world has gotten even,
Open up your concave chest and peel us to heaven,
Swamp gas all around, the perfect corsage of mist
Lime taffeta and a rusted tommy gun
Your prom dress puckers from tears and acid rain,
All sprawled out for a witness
A blonde grenade in the tattered winds
A slant reply from the wreckage and scattered limbs.
He was dialing back, From the garden of earthly delights
The Brown Ballot’s reply was “sardine sap, you’re in a wooden kimono.”
We sank to the bottom of the festering swamp 
The greedy cat licking her lips:
“Good Riddance, dear Alex”
Meanwhile in the jet stream, They lent the jaws of life
They smoke the filters, ebb and flow of the kaleidoscopic tide,
Two hundred barbed wire fences and a case of clementines;
When the silver lead lined the caesarian scars that night…

{midday}
[WE GO TOGETHER LIKE SAXOPHONES AND HEROIN:]

she opened up my eyes with her skeleton key
and a zeppelin like a ’94 dime
with her scent- dispelled the ancient roman ruins
it took an hour just to be on time.
army green was pace making by the vending machines
we watched the shutters: ham and cheese to cherry red
the skyline wept for someone who had best be left forgotten
as the steam spilled out like glass in frigid-aire.

She blindfolded The Victrola and rubber stamped my mouth
Like the unrequited roulette dates she’d gagged a thousand nights before
ambience: The twin engines aboard the S.S. Love is Dead 
The lights were flashing up like a furnace tourniquet
With smoke like black taffy in a funeral line,
We toasted to the Czech Republic one last time.

{sundown}
Dear Doppleganger of the boiling sea
Touch the lightswitch of the salutation seabath,
The sabbath hung it’s fangs to admire the seagoat
And the whey ferry bride that they called apathetic.
Vice pumping hearts in the sandy saunters
drinking the concrete with her sewer daughters,
she wished my bones would carry us both
so as she whispered she snapped me in two.
renounce the royal guard, send the money to lacey
the soft town ocean spilled its epilepsy.

A doctor will live like a surgeon
Or a woman scorn, wearing Indian blood perfume,
But a rose is not a rose without the thorn.
She shocked me like a eunuch, with copper scales of fervency,
“So chase me to the chapel, and drown me underwater”
teeth hair nails was all she wrote,
down the subway tunnels, in the frozen abandon
as we head towards the auto-villa black water social club
The little drops of poison began to fall.
Wigs in a blanket sold you a Chinese suit
saved you a seat in the rot gut room. 
We counted teeth until we dove right in 
this kind of lighting was just made for us.
My pins and numbers forbade the penguins nest 
they love the potions because they’re all the same.
Two parts of red at the flashbulb test
The gutless wonders in a bath of blood.
Invertebrates and the ladyfingers love them. 
Oh, how we danced in the Celsius surrender 
Her teeth clapped for the castanet cavalcade
And received a standing ovation.
Oh, can we dance in that day forever ?
It’s been twenty years too soon. 

{dusk}
the captain sent his newly spade sled dogs for the salvation city return,
I said goodbye to my little benedict ironsides, looked at the smoke signals due west and knew there was trouble a foot.
I took a funeral bouquet back to the states, where my mint green tuxedo was waiting in the wings. 
A sunken jailbird singing a glass Delilah 
Scant visions in the daisies, picking the miles by the hour
There's a car-horn in the mausoleum
And that mausoleum is reserved for me
like nostrum in the attic, the french barbet woos you to the parapet 
Pawning with the vain of conspicuous men, 
Blaming the dictators in the new beds 
Checking shipments to The gang green, lay me down.
Take me to precious zealous and detail precision. 
Remember when you're speaking to the tarts
And how often they forgot Vienna.
How they remembered him then
And worshipped at his feet.
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Snapping heels down the wishing well
And we pulled off all 19 like butterfly wings.
The red carpet rollers were consecrating 
Swinging to the Czech Republic heat,
It’s been 20 years for the red herring
and we all died singing.

{twilight}
We all take the elevator off to heaven one day
Oh just wait…can you turn the record over?
Oh ambient light won’t you sell me all your slippery lies
Now all of your mysteries are at my fingertips, madame
So now won’t you give me the ticket back one day, someday?
Oh, icicles are forming on the Reichstag
And I may not but an installation artist but I know:
What’s god is god.
Yes I know, I’ve seen it in the eyes of very true ivory
I’m thinking back-ry, been thinking lately 
I’m thinking batteries are here for me
Because I’m willing to pay to be extremely happy until I go away.
No rust is forming on my halo, although that’s the way it goes,
And maybe in my lifetime there might be more colors of lemonade
Than just yellow and pink, I hope so.
But I ain’t no anal fortune teller, oh my brothers, my lovers
But one day we might be very happy…

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