pistol whips in alleys singing the blues


I'm just wasting time, counting ticks, writing rhymes,
in the corner lit shadows of dive bar digs
eyes shifting between winks and drinks,
sticks rocking balls in side pockets,
Smoke of scars drifting lazily under swinging lamps
My thoughts like curtains of haze
shift complexity in the opening act of plays
curving around exposed thighs,
teeth cracking gutter sighs
breasts slick with the sweat of consummation
sweet flesh gyrating around open flames, crashing waves,
pewters of shit slipping through the painted slit of lips,
pistol whipped, mind cracking
in the blowing steam of shaded dreams,
woozy under the back alleys of things that do not seem,
things blurry in the conquest of carnality,
drink after drink swallowing the proclivity of true thought
while the thump thump thump of a blues tune
sounds in a crowd chattering in mindless poise
home is not something found in this town,
lost amidst the carnival frivolity of hollywood haze
everybody trying to be somebody, somebody,
as long as it's not themselves
And i skip rocks of trash can lids,
one for everyone of my numerous sins
as I peel a jazz beat off the summer heat
and croon up tempo blues to the lonliness of days
while straddled between thighs I count the bruises left
on the abuse of childhood saddle games,
daddy used to be,
daddy used to be,
daddy used to be so good
conscious integrity lost in the pillow of faces
blurred from reality, and i beg,
plead, do not tell me your name, do not exhale,
it is easier on everyone if it is inconsequential
easier for you if you search for love in other places
then the vacancies of my eyes,
ghost towns holding father promises broken in the desert heat
as i turn into the covens of sleep
precognitive in it's restless throes,
stolen glances of morpheus tears unshed in the sandy wails
of youth, lonliness manifest in the tangled
covers licked to the womb that is a tomb
And i repeat myself, teeth clicking teeth, you are not her,
you are not the one, words mumbling, stumbling
from my tongue into the sweet crevice of their wanton pleasure,
never be the one as I lick and i bite and i tease,
testing the balance of penetration, my prick swollen within
their cave, ripping back into the moment of birth, my cock
slamming into the channels of earth, and I plunge, and plunge
my eyes seeping tears in the memory of childhood fears, shedding love from
every limb, humanity from my very own skin
as I hum a back alleys blues under a glorious moon,
pistol hung to crack my death
you are not the one
you will never be the one.