Starring the Devil HerselfLove: Starring the Devil HerselfI told her onceI'm not sure if you're an angelor the Devil herself(I assure you, the Devil is a woman)I saidyou could be my salvationbut you could very well be the end of mejust the sameand with thatshe cracked a smile guaranteed to melt even the fiercest of hearts(Dissolve to destruction)The Devil drives a Cadillacwears a leather jacket and Chanel Number 5and looks smashing in red lipstickshe also carried my heart – lava hotagainst her breastshe would ash her cigarettes on itwhenever she painted her toesI don't know what God looks likeBut I know to watch out for the da
Criminal by NecessityI discovered a new sense of accomplishmentthe day I murdered all my heroesSent them all to their beautiful endsI genuinely hope they met their maker wellI'd like to believe they were all well regardedBut I know that's probably not the caseIt was imperative I commit those crimesAs essential to my survival as changinga flat tire when you're broke down on the roadin the Arizona desertI had to execute them to live my lifein the way I know it deserves to be livedThe wake looked like a riot in BelfastSeas of drunkards lapping at the shoresPandemonium enamored with the bottleand the bottle and the bottleThe funeral
Breathless and Deepb r e a t h l e s s&deepdusky huesplease………. please ……….do!in the passionate dawnturnedon& on&ont h e b e d-oh-t h e b e d
Alchemy and OathsStrange alchemy of sailing shipsBound for the western shoresOf AfricaPeculiar oaths made with drink in handIn legendary ports of callBy tarry-thumbed romantics and scoundrelsPony-tailed braggartsSwaggering with superstitionsAnd sea-legsBillowing stitched canvasCatching the scented windsOf the Ivory CoastHapless NavigatorBurdened with longitudeAnd timeAround the capeMy mates and Old Jack TarStrange oaths..........strange alchemy
EspionageEspionageyour words are swimming and bleedingproviding a nourishing snackfor my sharksit was in the cafe where all the poets goto try to get laidwhen I heard your voice fracture like iceand tumble to the flooralong with your convictionsyour lover sat across from youhis head in his handshis nerves balled into a noticeable lumpin his esophagushis nerves should have been balled upprudence demanded iti was a private eye that nighta spy on the wrong side of a faulty mapi had a loaded pistol and secret to keepyour truth arrived with a gasplike the dying urgency of an orgasmand there it was truth in all he
Dark Tea Time of the Soul I lay awake in the night, enraptured and recalling in horrifying detail all the great failures of my life. I imagine the scales of justice struggling to balance self-victories and self-losses. My self-fulfilling prophecy is on the fringe of becoming a grimy reality – sticky with turmoil, bound by inhibitions and raw lust. It startles me that my train of ego has not derailed but rather, has fallen off a cliff. My mind rattles like a drawer of silverware during an earthquake and the shakes and cold sweats are making their way relentlessly up your toes and from your moist fingertips into the center of my being – swarming my chi like a b
Give Us A Pilgrim SoulOh Alchemist of the BonesCreate for the world a pilgrim soul Create for us a searchlight soulCreate a pilgrim soulSculpt for us an underground madmanSculpt a sage with wisdom beyond his yearsMake him bendable and alive with the veins of a city in the nightAllow him to show us the way to mysteryShow us his compassion and empathyLet him gather by handfuls neon lights on a thousand BroadwaysLet the pilgrim conquer his demonsLet him understand his cynicism and learnYes always learnLet him love the curve in a woman's hip Let him love the grace with which she carries her chinLet him love her soul with hisAlchemist of
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