A gorgeous nudity, blank skin, emptiness on front exposure,
The unwritten page, a calming exercise, a psychic intuitive
drive measured by release
In the catalogue of words strung
into structured grooves
In our
common sonic language,
Yet to
scalp the music in speech and create only the pale imprint and seed,
The livid
desiring on the fornicated awe,
Late,
buzzing
Filtered by
hurricane winds
Mindlessly
astir on into the human binge on space, land and the foam
Buoyant
over a sand-specked seascape
Blighted
with toughened eyes
Grappling
with alcoholic smoke-filled lives
Greedily
turning the wheel of world war order into the small town cement
As we enjoy the insane destruction,
The chaotic living wilderness
Dreaming up deadly bared weak sleep into our holy lawless
cast,
With land forsaken by mistreated burdens
And the murderous pride in a grieving home
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