Steve from 5301 by tankerlow

I’m a carousel cowboy
Full of childlike wonder
Trapped
In threaded disguise
Tantrum bound trepidation
In swinging love seats
Lose your grip and fall
The coinpurse kingpin has spoken
The yarrows whistle
And the sundry fronds
Fall
Ferret like aroma
Bleeding
from the tusk
Of demand
I sink to my knees
And pray


Screaming
in the wind

See clutter in the grass in a clearing

En masse,
Rinse your eyes
Clear of us

Stuff your ears with Ferrari motivation
and get up
early
take a cold shower
pick up that posture
and don’t take no for an answer
and listen
Listen to my wise, long formed conversation with the world’s leading expert on hemoglobin transplantation
the world is your bright
putrescent oyster
bow down and gape
at the prolapse of entirety.

I’m on my knees
Praying
To the Picasso’s
And the pajo’s
I’m thinking about my mom
And his mom
And his mom before him

I’m on my knees
Praying
To the Picasso’s
And the pajo’s
I’m thinking about my mom
And his mom
And his mom before him

I’m on my knees
Praying
To the Picasso’s
And the pajo’s
I’m thinking about my mom
And his mom
And his mom before him

• Rock
• Moorpark