"The best are convicted as the worst strut with impunity."
Under scolding heaven
handless men kill.
Mars seduced the God
he cuckolded, then
placed his divine consort
in southern California.
The Goddess, heels grown high,
inspires play which
seduces doe-eyed mortals
to His terrible craft.
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Death of The Party
"She used to be an American airline
Through hotels/parallels
Of the far out moon
Still being watched by the pipe smoke contingent
From creameries extremeries
And you won't leave soon
She drives like an exodus
Slow to the steeple
And her touch is sad
The cold room is clean
And it's distant from people
But the bugs are bad
She is alone never off to the races
She is pulled by lumbering dogs
Being chased by beasts
For the foodstuff of dreams
Clay rails melting
Like at earthman equator
Blobs of light
Ripped from spiraled ceilings
And now there's no place to climb
Not a place
Tear it aive
I am always inventor
And I cry so suddenly
And I laugh so loud
And the cry is small"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WltvzfNMiF0
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