Seasons inside a grey breathing nightmare

Time blockade spits fits
of split pyre encased rage
as epoch tick tocks
hell stones of brim fire,

liar dear sire it's a
consequence of dire
while crooked screwface
straight laced crooks

pass the wire
to hacks on the tier
in a stone resorts penthouse
where reveries retire;

as absolute puppet masters
are corrupted as their strings
entangle through restrung
stung glints

dry snitching for tits
or zooms zooms
shiv strapped saplings
stretching a dime from a bid

cut from trenches
that defecate fawn gems
from latrines of percolating rectums
permanent pockets tuck bundles
or binkys for sweet clavo.

Hope ricochets as desensitized warble
off of walls graffitied with tally marks
when miss stainless steel ride
or ol sparky shows true love
just a cold once

chugging pruno
or catching a ride
with brake fluid padres
we all got to pay the bugs
for bats or bone yard QT,

that cutie with the booty
in a booth 60 minute
obstacle skin olympics
red blips flicker sending
shit and giggle tickles,

obeying key holders
and shooting down
wolf tickets
avoiding slock jocks
or shank branders;

this is just another
cuff link on my sterling
persona non grata jacket

dipping in a glimmer life bolt
from a nickel sentence
chin checking the shield boss
on the regular.

 

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