I’m in the jungle
Stepping over fallen brethren
Beasts roaring, hunters on the loose
Film at 11
The sound of the ground beneath my feet is concrete
Music rising down to meet me from a window a city street
Violence and violins
It’s mother’s milk to us
We drink it down as we make
Midnight maneuvers
Marauding like a tribe of lost saints and vandals
Painting in a cave lit by American candles
You see the writing on the wall, you hear the raven’s call
Puking out your poison in a bathroom stall
Breathing smog & stench
Cut an alley, hop a fence
And find yourself a prayer
Where the sidewalk ends
The light bends
So my vision is askew
But I can’t ask you for help
Because you suffer from it too
The same disease
We are brothers of a fever
Know reality is ugly
Still we are beautiful dreamers
Words fell out of me
Casual slip in time
Dripping from the womb
And smelling of valentine
Pigs got hungry and settled for more bacon
Tripe for the winners, considered a free nation
Radio is playing “echo chamber of parrots”
Horses jockey for position getting stuck for their carrots
Bees in the garden
Pollinating to death
Poppies of the field what
Give ‘em the sweet breath
Shouting hallelujah
Preparing to take the wafer
Put it on my tongue
It’s as light as a piece of paper
Never let a black cat
Cross your path(?)
I listen to the shit that they say
And I just laugh
Most of ‘em are lying
A couple are doing math
9 out of ten of ‘em
Don’t even know the half
Superman lovers
Hiding under the covers
And praying for Clark Kent to come
And save their ass
While Batman brothers are
Boning without rubbers to this
Liberation music screaming
“Free at last!”
Cigarettes, cheap food, gas and liquor
Diabetes, swollen colon and a cancerous liver
America is dreaming
It’s a nightmare in silk sheets
Cream spoiled rotten
But the beast still feasts