In Gemini Skies With My Twisted Sails Of Taurean Limbs

in gemini skies with my twisted sails of taurean limbs

winter scales the wretched heights of summers spoken lies

waterfalls of acid rain flow freely through my veins

brow beaten by the muted heart of asylums cleansing bleach;

I am in love with the darkness of my tempermental skin

the aches and pains that tastes of imported winds

as I crawl with the wishbones through corridors of demented reprieve

with my adopted king of januarys cabbaged leaves;

drunk on the science of waters disparaging drip

my balls alive and thriving on heated ice in buckets of powdered form

while the headless chimp paints daffodils on Dante's wired jaw

the hustle and bustle of a thousand may queens lead from the front as always;

marching to the tune of the idle ghost on dusted dancing floors

heirs to the throne of the stifled sod in jesus blood with hollandaise sauce

nursed in cayenne pepper with aries eyes twinned with pilgrim juice

in gemini skies with my twisted sails of taurean limbs;

still winter scales the wretched heights of summers spoken lies

still I argue with the voices of silent screams and blistered enterprise;

I have walked through the gates of hell into deaths beloved kingdom

still I quarrel with the choices of torrid dreams or blissful suicide;