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
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Author:
Jonas Robinson (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As I often say, give me the cold hearted broken flamed truth that no one could ever accept.
- Category: Gothic
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