as i walk down the hallway, thinking of lonely Dionysian rampages and you,
wishing for a reprieve, madness to take me,
it comes back again, like it so often does without you.
the feeling on succubus tears, the burning the burning, shouting on a
lost record player downtown,
barely heard over New Hampshire radio stations
with aeroplanes and existentialist furor
fucked in joy and during pregnancy, unforgivable, my love.
and soon the crooning of the lizard king reaches my ears like
some hot dream coming toward me, a shimmering of keyboards and
unnecessary yet potent shouting matches with daemons on
benzedrine and spiraling tranquil delight downwards
towards hell or somewhere else?
i don't know what's going to happen, my angel
but i want us to hold each other until this shit goes up in flames.
the music the music rushing furiously down to the beaches, perfect
and angelic and blood-high together and waiting for the rough edges of Time and
Krishna descending from the clouds to give us our precious tears
on the other side of morning.
mongrels rising with the sun, obese and cocks pointing northwards towards
some innocent pray.
look at their hyena smile, their words honeyed and poisoned daggers
stabbing stabbing stabbing.
but finally found in these dark woods, we're together in this
so let's stay together, because this is a road worth traveling.
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