Incense

Jasmine tangs and dreams and things
   up the nostrils and about
kills the pangs this planet brings
   to a dreamer who howls out loud
The youngsters, hipsters, firemen rhyme
   live bellies of the 90's hung with caffine chimes
fire-words burning the universe where the stars can see
   the answer knee to knee; body to body
hope flies sweet; hope flies real
   and I lay on the cold wood floor
kissing my liqour bottle still
   musketeers eaten by a hungry couch
arise with fire and passion like princes of old
   shoot chemistry sets to the moon
as the universe can suffer like any fool
   and eat meat like any fat pig
and when we breathe; it breathes
   and when we bleed; it bleeds
The royal punks open the nasal cavity of the world
   to wake the dreams of tomorrow
A pants down mutism burning in space
   I take deep breaths with my universe
and we are all one aroma; naked and understood