Salad Days

Dank murky bastard,
Bleached eyelids stripped in white,
And lazily lifting in the sun,
I'll show him.

They burn halos into greats like him,
Scarred with brilliance.
He might be in the spotlight,
But I control the shadows.

Important Update

Little telly marines,
Tossing out toy explosions,
In a city,
8 by 12 inches wide.

Two tiny beings,
A man and a women,
In cute suits,
Told me that it’s hurting my country,
And my pocket.

But nothing’s changed in my
Big world.

Through my infinite eyes,
The sky just pushes further.

Swept.

Rags clenched knowingly as our feet scratch down the street,
Premature December’s whips are so cruel;
They prick you then tease and lick you at your cheeks.
And as she looks at her feet,
I look at the bass like bubble of breath billowing,
Being swallowed by the opening in front of me.
The tongue of the night is all I see.
And as she breathes heavy,
So closes a heavy unhesitant door,
Four scared rabbits rush so quickly,
Wrapping a sheet of arms around each other.
It’s a present which lies best unopened.

Hit the bed, hit me and I adore,
That nothing rhymes anymore.