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Hymn to Self Destruction
I'm sparkle Embodied
I'm glamorous
like Jesus
dying of sins
I'm wild confused
I see stars
Morning's expectant
apocolyptic kiss
blood
we're magic
happy
devoted to dying
sowing vomit
in the streets
the working day
is eaten alive by
weekend abortions of
Decency Common Sense Dignity
All
derelections the
day time dandys swear to
There is fire in the sky tonight.
I have broken the
bottle open
and spangled out demons.
We're all going
to die.
I'll end with broken knees
Lord, they'll bury me
in a suit!
Is it any wonder we fear the
greatness of Death!
Mad weeping relatives
and dead me, not a hair
out of place!
His lungs collapsed!
Call his stylist!
Away to rot and not
a sip of rum.
I'll make them all
salute straight faced
and fart!
In gorgeous ties we'll
drink our dignity down
in fields we'll
do what hobos do but better
in time we'll
discover we shouldn't
or should have done but harder
in slicked up funeral suits
we'll know with what eyes to
look back
tho until given those eyes
we'll drink us blind
The future is an
empty
savings accounts
and I am a harlequin
a savage leper of
wildly unmystical design
overdrawn on
everything
a doppelganger wrestler
in dark conflict with
the night
to wrest the right
from his arms
for the rainbow
painted peace which is
my secret desire
In my dreamings I am aching
to sing lonesome on some tender
patch of land
at night
I have unclear recollections
of skys of dark purple
explosions of pure air
from anglic dawn of time
innocence, peace
