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   psylocibin visions of the gustapo 

      Side eyed Sillohettes

   amber angels weeping

Broken hour glass, the sand is deafening

Old age wombs never healing

Rock n roll on stone radios

The jukebox is burning

Jimmy Reed is howling

She's a Biblical ghost 

The rains washing away the memory of seasons & sorrow

black charcoal cigarettes lit on toasters and stove tops and occasional match or broken lighter with broken fingers 

typewriters are all lost in manic void, where is the Xanax

my mirror is a liar, I'm disfigured & brainless

sungazers with delusions of presidential masscures

The 60s and atomic energy

My eyes are bleeding

Restless relapse while the madhouse is convulsing 

My engines burnt out and so am I

Heavenly silks seem simple

I lived in Brooklyn with the holy ghost

The apartment turned into Alcatraz 

Voodoo in the basement 

The windows are laughing & Aphrodite is naked on the floor

I became Enoch's hermetic thoughts

 I'm the 7th from Adam 

Revelations inside the cathedral's blackened tecture

The candles placement was a sign from the reaper

This bar is cursed 

Accidental pentagram during drunken bar hop

The black birds are speaking to me in tongues 

I played chess alone and drank whiskey for comfort

magnetic serophim statue is the apple of my sleepless eyes

I was never interested, well versed in cursive verses 

I seen serpants in the bookstore

I asked questions like a monk on a briefcase

I preached to the wind & deserved a psyche ward

how long was I in the rabbit hole

Flashes of sheer terror 

I got lost in a forest in Washington, My delusions lead me in circles. Worried about the secret service like a lunatic 

I indeed did walk in the valley of the shadow of death 

Lucifer played his music in a miserable mist

I Rose from the dead and I used poetry to mask my illness

Chain smoking, visions of kerouacs hang up

I woke up feeling whole again, how long will this last