One Night Affairs

Down Town

Where all the bright lights flicker faintly behind all of the dimness

I am in the epicenter

In the Matrix

Resting upon a potpourri of laurels, clover and chrysanthemum

These past few days, maybe one, going on two

Who cares, really?

Why must anyone be in my know?

Show and tell is damned near over and, lemme tell you, I am very far from wowed..

I want to be thrown down and plowed with a certain benevolent fury

The kind that only exists in a few faraway places

Places that have never really been too far away

I suppose it depends upon how one wants to look at the entire affair

To some, a fair is a miraculous spectacle that woos the mind

How the whole thing is suddenly erected in the middle of Town's Square in the passing on only one night

Just like jolly ole St. Nick

How he embarks on his dutiful journey

All of this is just one night

That eight foot tall rabbit with his fetish for hiding the fabrics of childhood in plastic canisters

His pension for creating abstract art using vinegar and food coloring to make designs upon his eggs

He, too, gets the fuck on the movidas all in just one night

That bitch of a Tooth Fairy, how she comes too steal your crumbling bones from your head rest

Leaving behind a mere stash that leprechauns would turn their noses up to in an ungrateful little huff

Is anything ever enough for those of them that have it all behind their belts?

Leaving unlawful welts all over the fleshy tapestries of both victims and willing participants everywhere across the plane

Standing there waiting for cyclones to come and prune their wheat into wealthier illusions

The corn fields that line the grid just to allow stories of the macabre to unfold

Blatant, brutal, raw monotony

Creating the masses of ugly heretics for polygamy to claim as its brood

You would think that the homely hookers would have some nights when they are simply not in the mood

Dude, it is far beyond a rat race out there

The race keeps on going and going

Will there be anyone waiting at the finish line who is inept enough to slice through the crimson banner?

For that matter, is there anyone who even still cares?

For all of our self-induced grievances, we have twice as many sins that we have been given no choice but to bare

"Beware of the dog" speaks the Mandarin to the Blessed Luck Dragon

We, the beasts breathing the flames of invention

Creating rebellion

And so that little hellion of mine who is stuck on stupid in the heart of The Wolf Country gets away again

He was never running, nor was I

He had built me all up again with the powers that lie in his magical little head

He had built me a castle on the clouds up in his sky

Fuck, I would of been happy enough just to die with him there

But, then, this pubescent little fuck wad decided to come intrude upon it all

Emerging from a dark, Masonic chasm at the climax of our pre-destined interlude

Been there, won't ever do that crazy shit again

He and his fat ass necromantic crack whore of a sister probably teamed up with his cousin Henry and together willed me into creating my Face Book page

To entangle me in the Illuminatti's tangled little web of deceit

Look here, you wannabe witches...Take a number, find a seat!

You all think that I am off is some Never Never Land

But, I am actually pumped and ready

I am up on my feet, been walking for miles and miles

My one and only trial is over and done with, just about gone

The tribulations are the only thing that keeps me moving forward

Going on a thousand, a million, maybe more

In whatever I do, wherever I go, I am indeed an insatiable whore

Once they cut me that check, I am going to purchase a revolving door on all four sides of my being

So , I can see even more crazy shit than I usually see...

12/01/2011