Jul 2, 2015

“searching for fidel casserole”

drive!drive!drive! you scream while ripping open another gooey ziplock disaster
keep goin! straight!
listening to “kali” by your-absurd-foreskin & everything is on slim oz settings.
i open windows for something like enlightenment and you are label master competition loyal -total blunts – ssheeet meet BEDTIME! i hate being the end with peyote muff

somewhere, hell is delivering its first breath in prophet curls: ancient ITT guy meets certs sucking weirdo, and will slash me & my illegal routes with win across all numbers. now i am on wall st
watching a thick bartender do a bloody mary
and behind sun two; the Jesus luster of THE blind, a rock for yer dreams
and finally finding the toilet boxes! still paved with country cuties and magnum prostitutes tinted with Y2k blush, past the indie polish sausage stand don’t be a baskin head and pay the hansel!
i bump into Scott Weiland explaining smeared with linoleum teeth and vodka breath
in bare-feet, & somehow & some time later

i find the skyline car and u r still sleepin so i start driving all cross cloud lash and depressed into another world-run where dirty is eggplant and cherry is violet mercury punishing perverts with zapping zippers and finally
once again we’re cruising over the last beckoning clover median

may 9th 2015

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