Awakening...(1985)
...the moment comes when you find the center is a falsehood, the road will kill you surely as a stroke rejects the heart of hell rising up to greet you, to share your triumph, festooned in garlands of fruit and roses kissed by the cupid, shot by panthers, that roam the streets of all small ventures...
toast your success and wait for the other shoe to fall, trip up partners, search for new mates and twist the meanings of words so they glean an advantage, gold gleams and silver is pretty, the heart hardens as the years drip from open vanity, you never knew, it didn't matter and the day comes at last...
push those hands deep into these pockets and deliver the freedom of kingdoms to me, return the old sweaters to the mall, visit the garden of wisdom, save the experience of wilderness and bleed the animals for adventure, we build a better nature than she does so we win the game, and you think it's me you're fooling...
where there is love the world goes round and when the basket is empty only the voices of children will be heard, softly singing sleep in its cradle, mixing metaphors in the blink of an eye, shaving the lather off tips of white asparagus moles, my vacation is the birth of my father in law and the beginning of life is on the second floor making entry more meaningful than passing the eye of a needle, throw the eye of a shoe, the horn is the tongue and the lash says goodbye, I've met someone new and I won't be you in my life anymore unless she beats the crap out of me more than you used to, then bring the shame and let's get drunk...
poop hatch opens to all that looks like bad drawing, but do apply, for the truly cross are never far from their own salivations
the messiah shows up and wants to spend the night change must be available from the star's homes and conscientious citizens rally the flag at the white courtesy phone , installed for your convenience and open to suggestions, just don't touch me and don't fondle that thing while I'm in the room, it's given me the creeps since you first left it in the toilet...
Singapore if you went in and didn't do anything at all, and then didn't flush, perhaps thought about it and decided to save the water...
It didn't stop floaters from drifting and misty-eyed wanderers from seeing double when twins were present, the glorious principles of revolutions spinning away in a night sky above the million insect swarm, heat the water of nuns thighs and cause the dismal milk of cherry mothers to whisper sweetly, the ears are too soft to use and what was lifted has not remained intact, please swing the body to center and drill the scrotum to the ground, a leading cause needs to be followed and a record must be kept for the sake of charities she supported and the drinks still flow and cars whirl through the night attacking tar as she tries to break through my soul...
don't leave this place of sharing and run to the arms of another promise, the rain won't stop and I can't swim out farther than the boat, the gambling seas are rigid in our delay and the fur of frosted nightshade likes the cool of basil in the sauce, my brothers unite and weep for this passing and the morning will be found in the streets of Zurich, far from the lake and the cous-cous that costs more than the flesh of the dumb waiters children who regale the exile that religion affords, my eye, my ayatollah, the aubergine is full of worms and she won't visit while the dog remains...
my friends weep in silence a thousand miles away, the bluebird rips the thorn and the willow knows no bounds, tomorrow may never come and this requires no planning, insure the work against theft and put a mercenary guard at the door, jealousy will not seize the day so long as the hood is in place...
in that jungle there are no sentinels, no long-necked fools earning their tomorrows today, the pension is the limit of love the better the lawyer will argue for its garnish and the jury will agree, no man needs more money to commit sin, wear the leather gloves sister gave you and beat the thing against the wall harder than you thought possible, but it will not go away and it will linger and it will sting and it must not make you bitter, better is to deal with yourself and not take the kids holidays to your place next to just like it's always been...
none of what you experience will be revealed to you, sleep or come to surface like a whale, all flash and scream and blood and the confines of your head and heart are a pasture in which you grow and space is left for all which remains driven or beaten or humiliated, you lie about and fertilize the ground of your own being...
podo
toast your success and wait for the other shoe to fall, trip up partners, search for new mates and twist the meanings of words so they glean an advantage, gold gleams and silver is pretty, the heart hardens as the years drip from open vanity, you never knew, it didn't matter and the day comes at last...
push those hands deep into these pockets and deliver the freedom of kingdoms to me, return the old sweaters to the mall, visit the garden of wisdom, save the experience of wilderness and bleed the animals for adventure, we build a better nature than she does so we win the game, and you think it's me you're fooling...
where there is love the world goes round and when the basket is empty only the voices of children will be heard, softly singing sleep in its cradle, mixing metaphors in the blink of an eye, shaving the lather off tips of white asparagus moles, my vacation is the birth of my father in law and the beginning of life is on the second floor making entry more meaningful than passing the eye of a needle, throw the eye of a shoe, the horn is the tongue and the lash says goodbye, I've met someone new and I won't be you in my life anymore unless she beats the crap out of me more than you used to, then bring the shame and let's get drunk...
poop hatch opens to all that looks like bad drawing, but do apply, for the truly cross are never far from their own salivations
the messiah shows up and wants to spend the night change must be available from the star's homes and conscientious citizens rally the flag at the white courtesy phone , installed for your convenience and open to suggestions, just don't touch me and don't fondle that thing while I'm in the room, it's given me the creeps since you first left it in the toilet...
Singapore if you went in and didn't do anything at all, and then didn't flush, perhaps thought about it and decided to save the water...
It didn't stop floaters from drifting and misty-eyed wanderers from seeing double when twins were present, the glorious principles of revolutions spinning away in a night sky above the million insect swarm, heat the water of nuns thighs and cause the dismal milk of cherry mothers to whisper sweetly, the ears are too soft to use and what was lifted has not remained intact, please swing the body to center and drill the scrotum to the ground, a leading cause needs to be followed and a record must be kept for the sake of charities she supported and the drinks still flow and cars whirl through the night attacking tar as she tries to break through my soul...
don't leave this place of sharing and run to the arms of another promise, the rain won't stop and I can't swim out farther than the boat, the gambling seas are rigid in our delay and the fur of frosted nightshade likes the cool of basil in the sauce, my brothers unite and weep for this passing and the morning will be found in the streets of Zurich, far from the lake and the cous-cous that costs more than the flesh of the dumb waiters children who regale the exile that religion affords, my eye, my ayatollah, the aubergine is full of worms and she won't visit while the dog remains...
my friends weep in silence a thousand miles away, the bluebird rips the thorn and the willow knows no bounds, tomorrow may never come and this requires no planning, insure the work against theft and put a mercenary guard at the door, jealousy will not seize the day so long as the hood is in place...
in that jungle there are no sentinels, no long-necked fools earning their tomorrows today, the pension is the limit of love the better the lawyer will argue for its garnish and the jury will agree, no man needs more money to commit sin, wear the leather gloves sister gave you and beat the thing against the wall harder than you thought possible, but it will not go away and it will linger and it will sting and it must not make you bitter, better is to deal with yourself and not take the kids holidays to your place next to just like it's always been...
none of what you experience will be revealed to you, sleep or come to surface like a whale, all flash and scream and blood and the confines of your head and heart are a pasture in which you grow and space is left for all which remains driven or beaten or humiliated, you lie about and fertilize the ground of your own being...
podo
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