Drivin’ in this Land of Fellatial Screams

Drivin’ in this Land of Fellatial Screams

1-4-06

Drivin’
the world in cruise control
hissing blood out of its speakers
a child of my times, needle in the vein
kissin’
speed’s demon kiss, computers vibrating
black light power,
psychedelia power
all to love’s putrid disguise.

I laugh when she curtsied up
like riding a rollercoaster,
like fucking a hole to China,
I smiled when she told me her unicorn
was in jail, stole a car and issued vomit
and we fucked in insane ecstasy
into the bleeding asshole of dawn.

I met the man whose nostrils were made one
by cocaine,
and whose tongue was split
by red-hot, straightened paperclip,
as he went “pfoo! pfoo!”, feet to the wind
his rod extended as he twisted out his seizure
and after his morning exercise
he told me of his chemical dreams
and his lightbulb visitations
from Master.
I followed him for a year,
nicotened into loneliness,
sharpied into headache,
and left when she found me
face-down in neuronal firing pain,
excruciatingly demonstrating crucifixions,
and the only way she could save me
was beating the shit out of me, vodka-ing my throat,
and reminding me that I only ever lived
to drive, millennium to the ground,
pissing around astrology
and electrical beats,
and having desperate dry-heaves and wet humps
scissoring ideology into weed I smoke
just to fuck the establishment.