Jonas Robinson

A time in flames

In the hills out there somewhere

Cults of groupie monkey nude bare

 

An invitation given in the mail

Leads me to the city jail

 

And as I climb the courthouse stairs

Inside secretary blonde cop lairs

 

I run to the streets, tripping on cement

The cars are eaten by lava lament

 

Up high, in the sky, a pyramid prism

In an apocalyptic deserted orgasm