Open throated and tongueless trying to enunciate this system of gibberish and gesture with Mars over my eyes and Venus somewhere far behind I'm dreaming of a Rebel Waltz. Finding nothing to rail against I press my back into the woodwork and falter for a moment... There is a music in my head and I feel... At the ends of my armored days there seem hands distraught but laughing, grasping at the neck of joy and pain... To have traveled so long this impotent sea of speech to arrive at the door of crystal and sane reflection is a blessing to be desired... Punctuate the moment with a pause elliptical elipsis swallowing it's birth and mine.. Ask Donald done and William Bull, (fuck you Allen you never knew my people, and now, well, Good Luck.) weather or not the champagne glass[e]s over the failing plane..and fuck you too, Elevat(or)ed singer docked in a season of tenderness; for all the while my lover told me...
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Let this madness be fun, even when it isn't.
Fuck. ESPECIALLY when it isn't! Roll me into drunken dances swinging my
hips like my balls were HEAVY with love and hate. Let me shimmy through
the nights arms and out into the day with dirty songs strumming vulgar from my lips.
I'll kiss the world and bed angels
before I go. Angels with dirty faces and clean hearts; angels with
filthy minds who know the meaning of a gentle touch well placed. Who the
lessons of love have not been lost on but have not yet burned their
hearts in trash-can winters for the sake of their frozen hands.
I want to dance like I fuck and fuck like I dance. I want to howl as if the moon were MINE!!!
I've got a new suit and passable shoes, and by God's left eye, dangling from my teeth, I will have my fucking fun!!!!!
I want to dance like I fuck and fuck like I dance. I want to howl as if the moon were MINE!!!
I've got a new suit and passable shoes, and by God's left eye, dangling from my teeth, I will have my fucking fun!!!!!
