there is in this realm- calamity

life vs.death, real vs. vice versa.

or truth, may one say,
or spit or puke,
or stab only to bleed,
rather cut only to speak,

and tell simply a muse
real one hundred percent cotton muse
holy muse, tragically wrapped muse
you sing muse
like bastards shoot
you sing
like birds miss
you sing
like eyes crawl
you sing

time is so not by gone with yours amazing stupidity
here is no smooth edge
turn and be round and around and around
go until your veins splash a couple of orange words at your
cleavage, so rotten
forgotten muse

so why dare and capture the dissidence
totally honest and holy grouchers
they cause and contain and molest
a terrible mistake and they nest
and they eat and they chew and they swallow
a crumb of nasty superstition
it is you
your serious ambition
never to go beyond your neck tie
tight and tight speakers
hard and cosy eardrums
salty and silky pills

crest
full
crest
full
it is
sprinkled
all over
at lust
turn over
nasty muse

celine charcoal

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