the rabbi said today standing up on the bema she said love it is a disruptive force i whispered amen                                                 

in a place you only dream of where your soul is always free some outlaw sang to me

the rabbi said today standing up on the bema he said this life is a miracle only when we begin to notice it i whispered amen

shemo echad the name is one

a lion guards my front door

sits at the gate quite fucking noble over the years it's taken on a greenish hue the fog you know sweeps in off the beach picks up some mossy spore or three lays it gently down on mane on fang on claw over the years it's taken on a greenish hue stella gave it to me for one of my birthdays she had asked me so what do you want for your birthday i said baby i want a lion for my birthday

a lion guards my front door

boswell he lays it down he says cut you with my lyrics stab you with my pencil i'm driving down lombard sun behind me in the east the water of the morning still dripping from my cock i whisper i lay it down between clinched teeth i whisper

i can't bleed unless i cut you

many many yeah several ago lots of moons behind me since then little bit o' water flowed beneath the bridge flowed like escher up down around seemed so long so long against the tide walking upstream when did the tide turn sweeps me along now many many yeah turned thirty living in san francisco hanging at are christie's house up above north beach big farmer mike sitting in his rocking chair commanding the whole room captain kirk in his captain's chair set course sulu wicked grin unfolds loose pack of aluminum foil this way that way left up left up there it is right there in the middle big old lump of rich blackness gummy blackness giggling glop of gummy blackness

always room for jello

today's yesterday driving back from socal up the coast san luis pismo beach sun setting up through camp roberts a wooden church steeple reaches up into the glorious orangeyellowredness of the sky christ himself bleeding on the cross

i can't bleed unless i cut you girl

the church sits at the gate to the camp home to the california national guard guess those cocksuckers those weekend warriors guess they didn't think they'd end up find themselves wake up one morning dick in hand in the fucking desert  butt fucked by a bunch of crazy rag heads akbar allah akbar cocksuckers whatever happened to cases of beer truckloads of spare ammo a couple em sixteens shooting coyotes jackrabbits prairie dogs in the scrub above paso robles                                       

james dean he died for our sins on the third day he arose from hell slid softly into the shotgun seat god's cadillac vroom vroom baby god got the pedal to the metal ain't no going back don't even need a rearview mirror

the rabbi she says now is the time to unbind

on the hill above the church like some chuck connor's episode of branded he roaming the desert with broken sword in search of truth justice the american way up on the hill above the church sitting in the glowing dull orange of the setting ball of fire great balls of fire twin cannon silhouettes facing each other barrels crossed like twas the insignia on the shoulder patches of the poor saps in uniforms not in camp roberts proper any longer but from camp roberts now living with camels and ukrainian hookers in the dank dark dens desert devilry dancing with bullets and spit and cum pull into the rest area manzanita darkness envelopes my escape to the head stainless steel dividers thwart that unspoken communication between nightriders i mean where am i expected to find my anonymous blow job walk outside return to normal brand new cadillac sits beneath the parking lot light road dust blanket thrown loosely across someone's finger carving into the dry cake on the back window

i wish my girlfriend was this dirty

me and are christy kicked back on the couch each of us wearing our respective funky cowboy boots me and him in our funky urban redneck phase long hair sleeveless shaggy facial hair dark glasses even in the evening farmer mike he beckons us to lean forward he hands me a bic pen cept it ain't got no pen inside hollow plastic fucker with a yellowish stain going on don't you know click click sizzle he tilts the foil slightly only slightly my boots tap the floor in merry anticipation slide into my dress put my hair in pigtails boots be all red all aglitter click click tap tap no place like home the black bubble boils at the edges then starts to slide down the foil like scrubbing bubbles scrubbing bubbles farmer mike he grins he says

chase the dragon cocksucker

shana tova cocksuckers the book is open now we begin to atone now is the time to ask shall we make it into the book for next year she says stella standing there next to me in temple she says holding my hand she says what're you thinking about i says standing there next to her in temple i says you know

god and shit

we sing we chant the michamocha redemption song up on the bema they sing they place palm to skin on the conga they strum pick the guitar they pluck finger the upright bass as if she were some rubenesque hot gorgeous babe hebrew hippies with maracas shake shake redemption song candles lit glowing midday sun streaming in through the hundred foot tall stained glass flooding the cavernous temple the conga drifting bouncing through the arches around the ark through my legs grabbing my groin

stirrings of morning madness beneath the sheets

i close my eyes standing there the conga the bass moves through my soul i'm dancing naked across a broad green lawn dandelion puffs scattering tickling my balls scattering in the breeze as i step by step by step by i lean over i whisper to stella my lips quietly breathe making a wish whistling whispering willing the dandelion puff i say fuck i say i think the path to god can be so cool let's just get stoned chant sing spin this for hours

stella shakes her head smiling she doesn't understand my path she loves me anyway she probably thinks my path bullshit that's oh kay she loves me anyway

stirrings of morning madness beneath the sheets shemo echad the name is one

pen to mouth i find the tail follow it down the foil suck it up suck it up suck it up chase that cocksucker breathe baby i find the tail yeah let me find that tail let me find your tail the dark tail of love and lust and lingering lingering lightning fire goes out bubbles brake i hand are christie the pen as i settle back onto into the overstuffing of the couch float back float a feather or two escapes from within rides the air about my face catches my exhalation soars upwards zigs down on still drafts daft shrills

chased the dragon cocksuckers always room for jello

boswell he lays it down he says cut you with my lyrics stab you with my pencil i'm running down through the presidio down the horsetrails toward baker beach breathe baby breathe sweat pours every pore sweats the fog tickles my balls tashlit services beckoning calling breadcrumbs of my sins to be tossed sun ahead of me over the water sun of the afternoon still dripping from my cock i whisper i lay it down between clinched teeth i whisper

i can't bleed unless i cut you
               
dig

now dig

i'm going to say it now i'm going to whisper it to you yes to you from clinched teeth oh kay oh kay here it is here it is get ready hold me hold me let me take you in my arms come on baby hold me hold me i got you close your eyes yeah close your eyes make your own light move move move just slide with me hold me close your eyes let the rhythm of the room of the music find it ride it let go hold on to me let go of yourself yeah just come on with take me in my cock my cock my cock slides slides so easy so deep slow fucking find it ride it oh my love and rockets is that you is that me is that us

chase the dragon sugar

obliterate me make me go blank take me out take me away i don't know how this works it just does you are my opium i crave you so

are christie he chases he falls back we grin at each other we clasp hands arm wrestling style i lean over kiss his cheek fall back into my space feathers stir about my head i find if i focus really concentrate i can keep two three of them bobbing about my face quick slow shallow deep breaths between pursed lips

the rabbi said today standing up on the bema she said love it is a disruptive force i whispered amen

the rabbi said today standing up on the bema he said this life is a miracle only when we begin to notice it i whispered amen

shemo echad the name is one

i don't care if it is blasphemy how can love be blasphemy youandme the name is one obliterate me i don't know how this works it just does you are my opium i crave you so

highway heaven highway haven the darkness broken by dots of bright white and the green glow of the dashboard christian radio all god all the time bounces round my heart weekend retreat for the promise keepers coming up oh my oh my woman of love wash my clothes polish my shoes cook my bread raise my children i promise to buy you a silver minivan fuck you righteously on saturday night pray for your cunt on sunday i promise to protect you and my children encourage them to join the army national guard send them off to eye rack to kill heathens in the desert shoot 'em up shoot 'em up shoot 'em up

the rabbi says standing up on the bema she says now is the time to unbind i whisper to stella close your eyes and hide green grass and high tides

kicked back on the couch obliterate me obliterate my essence move me into that oneness me are christie farmer mike the jamooks walking down jones street toward union those walking down union street toward columbus those hanging out at mario's bohemian cigar store sipping cappucinos vov eating foccacia bread sandwiches stepping outside to smoke phatties in washington square kicked back on the couch i'm so there i'm so everywhere i so don't care obliterate me baby

you are my opium i crave you so

the lion that guards my gate came home got out of the car walked up the lion that guards my gate its back broken it stands there crippled guards my gate the lion that guards my gate its back broken who broke the lion's back the rabbi says standing up on the bema she says now is the time to unbind

youandme shemo echad the name is one

obliterate me

lions opium love cravings and all that
 
 

i am so curious about myself

there are so many things so many details that just escape me so many things i don't know these tears actually this tear the fabric it tears rips darkness to light life to spirit shit to shinola sweet and sour cock to cunt firm to soft an enemy of the state is blowing me in my sleep wherefore art thou cocksucker wherefore art thou

i love i lose

the tears they don't care they fall anyway they fall randomly they fall without rhyme or reason they fall like me tumbling tumbling tumbleweed

last week sugar spread like sunshine on my buttered cinnamon toast tasted so so good tasted like bukowski tasted like richard hell tasted like fucking henry miller himself am i am i am i moon over miami cunts over cuba christopher fucking columbus the nina the pinta the santa maria oh baby take me down to the sugar shack

tell me it's real

i mean us tell me it's real i love i lose i love to lose what do i have to lose to love you

what's it going to cost me baby what's it going to cost

iggy he sings he simmers so messed up i want you here in my room i want you near so now i live i love i live i love goddamn i do goddam i am so curious about myself iggy he sings he simmers now i want to be your dog oh come on when he sings i want to fuck you i want to fuck you in the dark i want to sing along with him i want to slide my tongue through to your soul slide my soul beneath your skin deposit it like my cum in your cunt have it just shoot in spatter up and through take it sugar feel my soul explode cinnamon toast your pussy tastes like cinnamon toast so sweet so so sweet

pause for effect pause for pussy

gee diddy he do love that brown sugar gee diddy he do he dance the dog he do the doggy dance he just wanna be that brown sugar dog every time he get near that brown sugar that song that old stoner song it just jingles in his jug gee diddy

he says

i knew i was in trouble when i went from vodka red bull to double vodka red bull

em pee he says

i knew we were in trouble when gee diddy went from vodka red bull to double vodka red bull

i mean where do you go just where do you go from there ain't no just skating back to the convent ah how beautiful in its grand majesty green green garden in the middle of the city enclosed by buildings some old some ancient some nineteen sixty block housing good social democrats we are all the church the little chapel standing squatting really in the garden over the door over the arches chiseled in stone chiseled in marble sixteen oh seven goddamn grandma take a break can't be saving people's sins forever

we all stood around in the lobby of the hotel the hotel building too circa sixteen oh something as well sixteen oh something sixteen ah remember sixteen fondly not me i hated it fuck you all summa cum in my face fuck gimme gimme lemme lemme make cummy tummy pancakes on your redhot griddle we all stood around in the lobby of the hotel gee diddy he says brown sugar she whsipered to me from the alley how did she know my name

em pee he smiles he says well we told her we slipped her money we said whisper gee diddy to the man in the yellow jacket to the man in yellow

and where do you go from there just where do you go from there gee diddy he smiles she sucked me right up the stairway upstairs stripped me down to my birth in seven point three seconds flat jet stream none of my stream my soul it being shy it hid in the closet behind the cheap beaded curtain beads on a string soap on a rope pussy on a platter em pee he says saw his naked hairy butt from the street hands on his hip like a porn star bold and beautiful big and bad laughable laudable gee daddy he says slipped on the sleeve she sucked and sucked and begged john henry he didn't respond he didn't jump he didn't stand up pay attention
                                                 
pause for pussy pause for effect

she stuck a finger up my ass she lay back on the bed showed me her pussy played with her pussy she pinched and pulled on those nectarine nipples did i tell you about her jamaican jah love jingle she ain't no penelope pitstop give her a scoobie snack i ain't got one i ain't got none i stood there like jay eff kay hands on hips minding the gap

watch your step

gee diddy standing in the window his buds hooting and hollering from the street his limp lizard lacking fortitude he says that tells me that next night in the grand hotel crystal glasses in our hands our pathetic paws a string quartet sitting in the corner like little jacks of horner syrupy tones flowing around our ankles tall dutch men in black tuxedos holding silver trays with pieces of fish cream cheese a caper or two a cracker a toothpick he says gee diddy says i don't know but i been told that jamaican pussy be mighty bold sugar sugar don't know whether to feel bad because i couldn't get it up or claim a moral victory my cock knowing it something i shouldn't be doing

a moral victory

iggy he sings he simmers i just wanna be your dog me i wonder i pray i am so curious about myself i lay here naked in this rented room on this rented bed swaddled in these rented sheets iggy he sings now i'm ready to close my eyes now i'm ready to close my mind i am so curious about myself i let my hands wander i let my hands explore iggy he sings he simmers now i'm ready to take your hand and lose my heart on the burning sand now i want to be your dog oh come on

i am so curious about myself run my fingers through my coarse dark and grey pubic hairs untangling them from the day a couple remain on my fingers i hold one between thumb forefinger it wiggles in my shaking hand wiggles in my breath tongue darts out fail to reach it the first time reach it the second gimme gimme schlurpp schlurpp hairs on my chest twenty years ago i was twenty seven twenty years ago i had no hairs on my chest

smooooooooth like a baby's behind

where did this hair come from grey and dark my stomach jiggles the forty something jello jump maybe that's the next bar bat mitzvah dance craze hey why not it's only us ancient idiots getting up doing the hokey pokey doing the hustle doing the why em see aa we're all wearing our cool but considerate party clothes

iggy he sings he simmers now i wanna be your dog

fuck me in the ass with your big black dildo baby i can take it top floor ancient building yah ya jah ja everything is old in amsterdam even me i feel the wrinkles in my face i feel the wrinkles in my soul goddamn i'm old i feel so old how do i even manage to hold in my piss how is it i don't piss my pants wet my bed drool spittle with my chewed up bagel in the morning

donnez-moi une caffee s'il vous plait

i am so curious about myself why don't we dance madam will you give me the honor of this dance will you lend me your hand let me spin you around let me hold you tip toe the tango the wrinkles around the eyes

i am so ugly fuck

i am so curious about myself i've spent the last week not even thinking not even trying not even ah shit darlin i want nothing to do with this little well you know i want absolutely nothing i need a break i need some time i need i need

i'm going to the desert i'm going to fuck cacti beneath the hot hot sun i'm going to set little traps for the kangaroos swallow them whole shit out their entire skeleton intact but backwards

pause for effect pause for pussy

i'm so fucking curious about myself let me just lay back here big pillows up against the headboard john henry he responds i sit back i think of you and of you and of you and of you and of you i need you all i need you make me stir make me shake come invade my dreams rape me wandering through my dark thoughts shouldn't have been down in that neighborhood anyway serves him right there he is down in saint james infirmary spread out on that cold white stone hold me down take advantage of my soul mix it up like shake and bake little southern white chick in pig tails and braces it's shake and bake and i helped

i'm so fucking curious about myself a little bottle of hotel jack off juice usually labeled hand cream sometimes in the nicer abodes it's spelled creme sometimes it is body lotion sometimes it is simply

moisturizer

i'm so fucking curious about myself jack off juice reaching down into the bomb down into the bee oh em bee the beat off memory bank learned that one sitting at a bar with three slickeroos looking for women hey baby putting you in my bomb did it work i don't know i wandered off i'm too old for mating games iggy sings now i wanna be your dog that's all i need i ain't got time for no courting i ain't got the patience for some silly ritual some silly little copulation capri come on baby do you want to or not in my dreams they always want to ain't no doubt ain't no question this mountie always gets his girl his girls hell sometimes his boys i'm so fucking curious about myself jack off juice jam up jelly tight

the problem with four year olds their arms break off when you fuck them in the ass the good thing about four year olds my cock looks so big as it goes into their little mouths i think one day i'll dwell upon that

i'm so fucking curious about myself

jack off juice on the night stand stays there i'm roughing it tonight just the firm stroke stroke of my hand grip it tight let it loose forget the rhythm just let the mojo out of that vacuum sealed vial let her rip just go with the feeling just go with it baby baby baby there you are dancing through my head porno on the eyelid theater

i bit your neck did you feel it

yeah i dig forty year old women i don't want to fuck anyone under forty yeah i'm talking forty fucking their eyes they don't lie their eyes they can't lie a cock my cock pounding slipping sliding their eyes they don't lie they squeeze tight they focus they roll they glare they go soft let me fuck you forty style i say to the clerk behind the counter gimme a forty ounce baby

i bit your neck did you feel it

jack off juice left behind my hand gone soft my cock gone hard edible underwear out the window throw them out to the po' fokes outside i'm living high i'm living good maybe slip a finger around find my ass you know just a little dip it's always so ready

i don't tie myself up or anything

plunge and stroke goddamn i am so curious about myself swing low sweet chariot coming forth to carry me home faster faster deeper deeper pussy haunts oh how many times did i have you how many times did i take you which way did you like it best goddam i am so curious about myself

there are so many things so many details that just escape me so many things i don't know these tears actually this tear the fabric it tears rips darkness to light life to spirit shit to shinola sweet and sour cock to cunt firm to soft an enemy of the state is blowing me in my sleep wherefore art thou cocksucker wherefore art thou

tell me it's real and all that

  
  

hundred fucking million handguns on the street in these here you knighted states of america and the cocksuckers take away my toothpaste

catching a ride on the wayback machine swim baby swim in time clock out here if the visuals disburb if the tears irritate if the if the bloody splatters on the white walls that off white tinted stained by years of cigarette smoke twist that stomach around churn it churn it parental advisory pee gee thirteen we're talking guns and blood and death and misery and sadness and love and rockets catching a ride big truck big fucking truck big tall wall he had himself a big truck yeah big knobby tires big rims big ol' grill guard with a wench gun rack in the back window

big truck with big gun

had himself a queue beam that he plugged into the cigarette lighter shined it out the window spotted deer and such at the edge of the woods at the edge of the field yeah yeah yeah we were careful didn't really want to do no harm just wanted to see them big old deer in their

natch'ral habitat

mostly we just looked pointed our fingers in mock sharpshooter pose but yeah i mean sometimes yeah we'd stick the real thing a rifle a twenty two never more than a thirty thirty see kay he had this em fourteen wicked looking thing but we didn't like to ride at night with that fucker sometimes we'd stick a rifle out the window we'd go

pop pop pop

only shot at varmints really raccoons opossums armadillos motherfucking rats on the half shell scurrying across the fields on a moonlit night trapped followed in the queue beam like a fat fried four-legged fred astaire dancing in the misty streetlight yeah sometimes we'd just go pop pop pop usually too drunk to fucking do too much harm i mean as far as hitting what we aimed to hit only the grace of god kept us from popping little red fucking riding hood on her way to grandma's house of course fifty percent chance we hit the big bad wolf fuck we'll take those odds we were the poster fucking children for gun control us standing there long haired unshaven plaid shirt blue jean wearing drunk tripped out stoners with semi-automatic weapons oh oh kay yeah a couple of dudes had fully automatic fucking sometimes on occassion certain times of the year a guy just needs that extra horsepower a little bit more firepower against overwhelming odds shock and fucking awe baby you know just in case just in case just in case the blind cocksucker missed the motherfucking deer on the first five shots thank jesus who gives us the right to bear these arms thank jesus that we got another nine ten rounds in the clip yep fucking poster children standing therre long haired drunk tripped out stoners with guns

with bullets in shiny copper jackets

the bullets giving those fuckers bullets to go with them guns now that's the fucking problem big tall wall yeah he lived in valdosta i think he still does i hear i hear i hear he does i don't know i haven't spoken to him in years and years

fuck where does the time go

hundred fucking million handguns on the streets in these here you knighted states of america and the cocksuckers take away my toothpaste

brothers roaming hunters point bayview roaming the western addition roaming around east oakland roaming around telegraph avenue brothers roaming around with guns angry brothers ain't got no jobs ain't got no understanding of the written word ain't got no understanding of

right or wrong baby

brothers roaming around with guns baby angry brothers they be killing each other they be killing the other day down off haight street lower haight western addition fourteen year old kid walking down the street brothers in a tricked out sixty five impala white walls spinning bass thumping pop pop pop fourteen year old boy lay dying on the sidewalk i imagine he's just strutting down the road he's just kicking it with an eye pod pounding his brain bopping can't hear much he senses something though something ain't right he looks over his left shoulder his street side shoulder sees the impala creeping up kid quickens his step does a little stutter step takes off bangs into a couple of people tries to dodge around the corner pop pop pop they hit him right there on the corner pop pop pop might as well been some armadillo scrambling across the field in the spotlight in the queue beam

yeah he ran yeah he tried to get the fuck out of the way he tried to evade his fate he tried to postpone the inevitable zigged zagged down that sidewalk i mean he ain't no pussy i ain't saying he's any kind of coward i ain't saying that at all but i do gotta tell you i just gotta say for a brave man he's pretty dead fourteen and dead hole in the head and dead bleeding on the sidewalk and dead screaming crying momma seeing her baby boy spread out sprawled out across the sidewalk fourteen and dead no more pencils no more books no more teachers' dirty looks school's out forever fourteen and dead

hundred fucking million handguns on the streets in these here you knighted states of america and the cocksuckers take away my toothpaste

right or wrong baby

big tall wall he pulls up that big old eff one fifty in front my house he honks his horn i ramble down the hill of my drive stumble down across the grass early fall end of day it's a thursday we're headed over to the field pep rally for the big game hey it's a place to go it's something to fucking do out here in butt fuck egypt down here in egypt land everything in dostatown comes before and after circled around football eating drinking fucking everything in dosta came after football hell had they decided to play high school football on sundays even jesus would have placed

collection plate gone empty

we're talking football baby we ain't talking some pussy game like soccer they played that over at the private school with a pussy name like valwood we're talking football getting down and fucking dirty in the swamp with the pig baby

love and rockets

big tall wall he pulled up to the house he honked his horn i stumbled down the hill to the road yeah he had weed we smoked weed he had warm beer we drank warm beer

busch beer gooseneck bottle

i had a cousin once he only drank two kinds of beer busch beer and free beer we headed around gornto across jerry jones saw see kay's truck pulled over in front of mad mike's we pull over hey what's up see kay he got tears running down his cheeks he's got this torn newpaper page clutched in his fist walks comes up to the passenger side window shoves the paper through the window article torn out black and white picture there he is in his david fucking cassidy partridge family modified by the seventies haircut parted in the middle shoulder length kneeling grinning his hand propping up his eeee leck trick git tar like he was some hunter kneeling over his kill gun in hand

ah how telling such foreshadowing

two young brothers one sixteen one fifteen sitting in their car out front of the bayview tiger store number four beer liquor snacks deli sitting in their seventy two malibu tricked out tripped out carload of brothers pull up big four door old caddy vinyl top couple get out the back like they're going into the store walk around behind the malibu pull big fucking pistols later the store clerk he say shaking his head he say i don't know what kind of fucking guns they was they was big guns they just was big guns making big noise pop pop pop back window explodes pop pop pop white interior spattered red the soft thump thump thump of projectiles piercing padded seat sean paul soft poly sweats black skin hard muscle soft muscle guts blood piss shit fucking grey matter pop pop pop two young brothers one sixteen one fifteen sitting in their car down in the bayview princes of candlestick nay three com stadium nay monster cable stadium pop pop pop sitting dead holes in the head

i had a cousin he's still my cousin he used to say he only drank two kinds of beer busch beer and free beer he used to say that a lot anytime someone ask him hey frankie what kind of beer you want he'd say hey man i only drink two kinds of beer busch beer and free beer frankie he was funny that way frankie he's a hunter he went through this phase years ago he used to bag eight nine ten deer a year he made all his grocery money that way he ate deer year round traded most of it to fund his groceries year round frankie he got tired of just going out shooting deer said it was too easy he put his gun away

he hunted with his bow and arrow he tracked them through the woods he went native

hundred fucking million handguns on the streets in these here you knighted states of america and the cocksuckers take away my toothpaste

crazy redneck cocksuckers in texas yeah every fucking one of you who spawned that apopalyptic megalomaniac manning the button crazy redneck cocksuckers in texas can strap on a colt forty fucking five dodge fucking city oh kay corral style strap on a piece stroll into church wander around the grocery store go fucking bowling when i lived in atlanta those redneck cocksuckers in kennesaw georgia just outside atlanta those redneck cocksuckers passed a law making it mandatory for each and every household own possess know how to use be ready to use a gun each and every one of them god bless their ignorant redneck souls

hundred fucking million handguns on the streets in these here you knighted states of america and the cocksuckers take away my toothpaste

fucking dee zee man right there in the newspaper all david cassidy with that shag haircut his guitar fucking dee zee man fuck headline beneath the picture looks like a page eight article headline beneath the picture says local youth kills himself distraught over loss of girlfriend fuck article underneath fuck dee zee dude fucking had fallen head over heals man you know teenage fucking love that love so strong that craving that desire that intensity remember come on you remember you still feel it simmering burning fucking dee zee baby he fell he fell hard she lived out of state ohio kentucky indiana one of those whatever states he tried to woo her she spurned him broke his heart

how many tales end that way the broken heart how many

dee zee fuck man he went up to ohio kentucky indiana wherever she spurned him he drove all the way up there he had this fucking crazy cool orange duster three forty fucking zoom zoom zoom drove all the way up there she spurned him he got himself a hotel room he had this shotgun he got himself a hotel room he went into the hotel room locked himself up in the hotel room i'm sure he cried he must have cried i mean how could you put the cold steel of a twelve guage shotgun how could you put the cold steel of a shotgun right up to your throat right there beneath the jaw how could you feel that cool steel against cool sweaty skin fuck yeah you'd be sweating that cold nervous sweat how could you send that shiver through your skin not be crying he must have been crying he locked himself up in this cheap hotel room mid seventies cheap he must have been crying put his fucking toe had to take off his don't you know dingo boots take off the old wool sock with the holes in the heel and toe put his fucking big toe right there on the trigger just taking moment to pause maybe one last shot at thinking maybe this ain't such a good idea his toe holding his leg lifted holding like some redneck tai chi move sitting on the edge of the hotel bed tight jeans formed skinny leg lifted high poised over the trigger thinking hell he might have just got tired he probably was drunk stoned he might have just got tired might have thought fuck this shit this is going to hurt let's give it a second chance he might have right at that moment decided against the very movement that he could not help that he might have just slipped he might have just forgotten the whereabouts of his big toe wiggled it just a bit just a bit too much

blew his fucking head off

must have been loud as shit twelve gauge shotgun in a small strip mall motel outside of some buttfuck egypt town in ohio kentucy indiana wherever loud as shit kuh fucking cocksucker boom the barrel kicking but trapped right up underneath the chin angles up a bit right up through the top of his head shag haircut disappearing amongst the exploding shit of brain blood and bile splatter gurgle drip slide fall back onto the cheap bedspread gun kicks backwards bits of skull wedge into the cheap wall plaster the jawbone cracks in two tears away falls to the bed spread with parts of cheek tendon and jowl jugular pumping pumping pumping not pumping nothing nothing nothing left soul soars singing dee zee jamming with foghat i don't want you to cook my bread i don't want you make my bed i don't want your money too

i just want to make love to you

dee zee fuck man you clumsy motherfucker

i get on the airplane in ell aa i'm flying to denver cocksucker tee ess aa man he says can't take that toothpaste made me take my tom's of vermont natural toothpaste throw it away i should have stopped brushed my teeth right there baby loves good teeth baby loves good hygiene should have stopped brushed my teeth right there one final brush maybe the full eff bee eye treatment don't you know floss brush irrigate that tom's shit it ain't cheap should have got one last scrub a dub dub on the old pearlies

dee zee fuck man you clumsy motherfucker

hundred fucking million handguns on the streets in these here you knighted states of america and the cocksuckers take away my toothpaste

fuck

pop pop pop and all that