me and pete sitting in front of café lo cubano two girls walk by they’re from the hood this is the uptown hood laurel heights hood ralph lauren hoodies setting the spin ralph lauren bodies spinning us yet me and pete sitting in front of café lo cubano two girls walk through cute young things twenty something shake it shake it power walking style outfits

me and pete in sitting front of café lo cubana two girls cute young things scary young things cute women abound scary women these two one to the other oh she says this place is so so cute don’t you think don’t you know the other to one oh she says yeah it is cute but so so scary n’est-ce pas don’t you think don’t you know they walk on by me and pete sitting in front of café lo cubano we could sit here all day sun shining california fall deep blue deep deep blue above below wispy white wonderful bountiful floats floats floating sit here all day

just the slight glimpse of bare ankle the slight stir of warm breath from an occasional shy hi the feathery blow of an eyebrow raised oh sugar spin me oh darling dance for me dizzy dizzy dingo crazy fred flinstone twinkle toes with bowling ball still life with woodpecker what another roadside attraction stick a thumb up my ass twirl it around watch me dance

yeah

still

me

shit

eye’d rather be getting stoned whispering lips fucking you

me and the schmucks sitting around the poker table big guiseppe jabba the fucking hut he sits down he opens his little black bag he says big fucking grin spreading beneath the grizzly adams beard he says man you guys got to try this

sandman he says in his fuzzy bear self of contentment he says

rarely

does a statement of such simplicity come back to haunt you return to smack you in the face jazz man deals the cards jabba the fucking hut creams a block of hashish the size of my left nut big overflowing pile in the cradle of the pipe click click the night officially begins jazzman he passes around his bottle of cannabis tincture mary jane’s jingle juice jungle juice we all open wide take a squirt eye wonder if this is how it went down in jonestown blindly opening our beaks like baby turkey vultures in the nest tongues ululating squirt squirt ah such smooth scoobie snacks could might be kool aid could might be our ticket to paradise the flying saucers are hovering nearby operators waiting to take your call limited time only dance motherfucker dance could might just get us really fucked up could might take us just about anywhere the thing with cards a game of chance a turn of the card a turn of the shrew a turn of the screw anything can happen just never know might just might

pull your ace on the river

can’t win unless you play

jazzman he grew up in scranton eye hear tell that’s in pee aa never been to scranton hear tell it’s a real place houses people barbershops policemen firemen used cars jazzman he and the counselor they grew up in scranton jazzman he says trying to talk deal the cards walk chew gum he says i fucked this girl in scranton she let me do anything to her my oh my she tickled me oh she did eye say looking at my cards one at a time making sure they don’t change on me making sure ain’t no shape shifting going down eye say mister counselor didn’t you fuck that girl too counselor he says goddamn right i did eye say i hear tell you loved licking that kitty he says counselor he says taking a nice long pull on his scotch on the rocks he says yeah that was some sweet kitty jazzman he smiles that yeah back home pussy smile eye say eye ask so mister counselor

how did that dick taste

that jazzman dick don’t you know counselor he smiles that back home pussy smile he don’t even wonder he don’t even care sugar sugar honey honey homespun honey

yeah

still

me

shit

eye’d rather be getting stoned whispering lips fucking you

guiseppe next deal slide the cards slide the cards sandman he says everybody dreams in this game it’s a good game guiseppe he fucks up the deal misdeal vee man he says comparing his five cards to my four possibly slight misdeal my man vee he says

must be the juice

guiseppe the bet comes around his way he’s leaning back in his chair he’s feeling good he’s feeling the pipe he’s feeling up mary jane bet comes around his way he says dude just can’t lean up right now it’s just too much it’s just so far the effort my friend the effort oh my i’ll gladly repay you on tuesday for the price of a burger today jabba the fucking hut just can’t get it up to lean forward weakly reaches up to his stack o’ coin can’t quite make it can’t quite make it little engine that can’t sandman reaches over grabs a jabba chip throws it in the pot feeds the kitty says yo baby we help you out keep a brotha in we know

must be the juice

feeling lucky eye am eye got cards eye got lady luck eye got lady jane eye got the apple of my eye ain’t got to worry about no holiday honoring my death veteran’s day got no applicability in this boy’s life eye don’t like veteran’s day eye don’t you want to put on some fucking camo go run around the desert with guns grenades that’s your business don’t come home expecting me to give you a hand pat you on the back give you an attaboy lemme tell you what tell you now eye ain’t got nothing from nothing leaves nothing you gotta have something if you want to be with me eye mean eye appreciate the day off and all that eye got stoned on veterans day went for a swim got stoned thought good thoughts mister president he stands tall he does he says war is bad war is hard he says those who risk their lives for freedom they deserve our respect mister president he stands tall me eye am feeling lucky eye am eye ain’t studdin’ no war no more war is indeed bad it ain’t hard just walk away mister president just walk away

yeah

me

shit

eye’d rather be getting stoned whispering lips fucking you

standing in an elevator eye’m heading out for dinner going down going down glance over she glances over people between us eye lean back she leans back she says so eye say so she says not like home eye say where’s home she says san francisco eye say no shit sherlock she smiles says so eye say yeah so such a small world new york new york what are the odds the forty seven floor conversation what’s a nice girl doing in a place like this grin wink energy ain’t that energy flow so so hot smiles chit chat cards exchanged yeah back in ess eff she says i teach yoga got a beginners class you should come by eye say in my dreams i am a yogi i can twist my insides all around spin story spin simple steps around the mountain she says yeah she says

hey i’m a believer in chance elevator meetings

hey eye say i’m a chance believer anything can happen just never know might just might

pull your ace on the river

can’t win unless you play

we walk out the hotel together my man jodes he stands watch over seventh avenue cigarette in hand smoke drifting up into the mist like love itself we walk out she peels off she offers a hand eye take the hand linger yeah let it linger the eyes they meet there’s a grin a nervous giggle she says looking down school girl shy she says so hey have a good evening i say hey yeah you too jodes he studies us from two yards away cigarette in hand smoke drifting up into the mist like lust itself

yeah

still

me

shit

eye’d rather be getting stoned whispering lips fucking you

sitting in my space my new space living downstairs yeah eye’m comfortable eye’m oh kay life changes life moves on life gets it on got me a new tee vee set got me one of them new fangled flat paneled aitch dee tee vee dick externders seems to work my dick eye think methinks it bigger sitting here in my new space got me my office got me my office garden got to pick them weeds someday soon fucking rain weeds weeds eye will you away what eye need is a good drought got me my own little flavor of loneliness eye do it’s all about the love it’s all about my own little flavor of insanity my own little stream of craziness hey doctor bill can you cure me of my insanity he doctor bill he says know i can’t cure you eye say hey doctor bill can you help me enjoy my insanity he says sure why the fucking gordian knot eye say fuck yeah he says fuck yeah sitting in my space my new space living downstairs life changes life moves on life gets it on yeah

eye got a good book

big ee next door he calls he says hey eye say hey big ee he calls says come on over eye say cool eye’m coming over we hang out we shoot shit we smoke copious bowls eye fall asleep on his couch it ain’t a bad couch big ee next door he calls he says hey come on over

yeah

still

me

shit

eye’d rather be getting stoned whispering lips fucking you

druthers and all that

 

   

in my dream eye fuck him up

eye don’t dream eye don’t eye never dream in my dream eye fuck him up here this is what you do eye look faust in the eye faust surrounded by his aura kosmiche musik eye look faust in the eye yes eye do eye say hey all you gotta do is make sure he don’t see eye me eye will take it from there eye will

walk this way there he is just a little spray just a little mist squirt squirt puff puff mist o’ mace down the sidewalk dark sidewalk trees bushes shadows float in front of over the windows the glow of televisions on the other side of glass on the other side of time roaches check in but they don’t check out sam fucking spade where’s my trench coat where’s my hat where’s my sky where’s my green green grass of home where’s my floyd the barber sitting out front of the shop chatting me up where’s andy taylor where’s my fucking

peace

walk this way there he goes he doesn’t even know he doesn’t even suspect he don’t know that in my dream eye fuck him up he don’t realize do he das aiiight eye don’t fucking care eye don’t eye am so sorry you gotta see this baby gotta be done walk this way there he goes just walk right up all you gotta do is make sure he don’t see eye me eye will take it from there eye will

he stops oh he’s so beautiful stops beneath the streetlight spotlight on the stage should be in black and white should don’t you know he stops he should wear a white suit he should with a hat let’s go all the way where is nick and nora asta should lift a fucking leg on those pressed white trousers eye wished he smoked he should flicking his zippo beneath the streetlight there needs to be a wisp of smoke it’s my fucking dream why can’t eye make that happen

make it so number one

walk this way there he is oh so beautiful all you gotta do there he is just a little spray just a little mist squirt squirt puff puff mist o’ mace next thing we know he’s bending over rubbing his eyes what the fuck what the fuck yeah cocksucker what the fuck

in my dream eye fuck him up

come up behind him hop skip jump swing my little louisville slugger yeah swing for the fences eye do it just feels so goddamn natural the bat just feels so goddamn comfortable in my hands like eye been waiting for this moment my whole life purpose fulfilled don’t you know can’t you tell the crunch the wood the firm softness of the ash bends so very slightly the knee the bone the cartilage whatever the fuck eye am no doctor eye can not create eye can fucking well take away there is a thud a dull crack a deep quick breath maybe followed by a gasp the kind of gasp that takes away the voice a rabbit screaming pitched so high no human ear is concerned a buckling a tumbling onto pain rolling the bat swinging through follow through is so important ask anyone focus step into it and swing through men on base gotta bring them in the stinging eyes burst open shock and awe damp night air burns they shut they burn they open they burn hands grabbing for the knee pull it close let it go the pain so fucking excruciating searing feel it in the ears

in my dream eye fuck him up

eye don’t dream eye don’t ever dream this morning eye dream the dream that spawns in the wee morning a kernel still dark nurtured watered fed grows gets more and more hungy goddamn feed me leroy

rolling rolling in his spotlight on the sidewalk gasping for breath grasping for nothing eenie meenie minie moe catch a nigger by his toe if he hollers let him go eenie meenie minie moe my momma told me to pick the very best one and you are not it eye lift my booted foot shit kickers been kicking shit for years and years fingers grasp the curb trying to pull himself somewhere who knows where he doesn’t know he still doesn’t know he has no fucking clue for chrissake fingers grasp the curb grip the curb boot hovers comes down comes down hard this time a scream eye can’t hear the bone crunch the scream blankets smothers eye can’t hear the bone crunch eye can feel it eye can just the pointer finger digging in the heel a bit of blood spatters on my calf skin western cut saddle boots big wooden heel nicely stained pointed toe that will just fit between two ribs a swift kick to find out another finger stomped crushed toe to rib heel to finger toe to rib heel to finger bone skin blood stuff human stuff smearing on the granite curb he tries to point to his wallet he doesn’t know he just fucking doesn’t know does he

in my dream eye fuck him up

eye grab the free hand straddle the forearm squeeze it in between my legs pinch it tight hold the hand in mine grab the thumb yank it back into a very unnatural position hear the snap oh fuck this is so goddamn satisfying move to the index finger yank snap crackle pop it hangs limply from the hand he’s about passed out eye only know he’s awake because of the quiet whimpers the pinkie it snaps so easily like a fucking breadstick the ring finger the bone sticks out through the skin eye don’t have this down to a science sorry charlie eye hold the hand up the middle finger the bird finger stands tall eye hold the hand to the ground eye stomp on it shatters splatters on the street

eye don’t dream eye don’t ever dream

he looks up at me aghast horrified pale in shock perhaps probably lip trembling eye lean down my lips close to his ear eye blow gently sexy hot heavy eye say softly wiping away the tears that flow down his cheek eye say fuck you fuck you and your shit soul eye hope you don’t die eye hope you live with this forever lemme tell you just let me tell you these hands yeah these fucking claws these useless fucking digits you’ll never pick your fucking nose with these horrors you’ll never stroke pussy twiddle a twat comfort a cunt with these ghastly sticks on a wrist you’ll

never touch

anyone with these things again you veal fucker like the little calves thigh high mount them from behind don’t even need an orange crate to stand on got them tied up in the stall nowhere to go but back against you and your tiny pencil dick cock never touch never touch anyone again

in my dream eye fuck him up

eye don’t dream eye never fucking dream

alex he says all white and proper lifting his bowler from his noggin as if he were fucking stanley hisself he says it's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen

the music methinks it beethoven the music it builds turns into a dark sad alley the streetlight spreads grows dimmer he lay there blood splatter stains on my boot on my boots on the lower legs of my boot jeans fuck turn it down louisville pal hanging from one hand limply hanging his head to one side he still awake eyes staring low moans emanating from his pale puss he should have five o’clock shadow it would be fitting he doesn’t he is smooth chinned the music methinks it beethoven the streetlight drips drips drips plops into the puddles the neighbors call down the heat vent can’t you shut that thing off

drip drip drip

eye don’t dream in my dream eye fuck him up and all that

 
  

she says she does looking out the window the autumn day sliding by all these yellows oranges browns i don’t see back home lost love’s rainbow shadows such long long shadows god i love the light i don’t see back home

where is back home where 

she says she does would you live in atlanta it’s so beautiful she says she likes atlanta she says she spins it’s a fine place sitting behind the wheel big wheel big boat big billy goat on the hill kind of car you know the kind of car that makes the third world want to abandon their miserable lives cross the desert dodge the minutemen patriot paramilitary cocksuckers in their hummers and toyota four by fours the kind of car where you have to pull over every three exits to fill up with gas and probably oil yeah cruising through the old hoods craving a zestos chocolate banana milkshake in the big cup craving some gladys knight chicken and waffles craving some taco mac buffalo wings

craving you 

skin so smooth tip of my tongue

she says she does would you could you with a fox in a box would you could you in a house with a mouse no no i do not like them sam i am i do not want my talmadge ham no i don’t think so it ain’t home no more it ain’t back it just is

where is back home where

eye see her profile in the window autumn sliding by driving up peachtree right on tenth left on piedmont around the park right on monroe high school football game going down grady high versus some other high jesus on high lord knows eye am high eye wanna eye wanna eye wanna take you higher come on baby baby light my fire stadium lights on instant daylight it’s friday night it’s november it’s game time she says looking out the window she says she misses high school football she had a good time at her high school football games she says looking out the window she says wind whispering in through the window baby we’re 

out on a limb i am your home 

eye see her profile in the window autumn shadows pulling long kevin brady in college sitting up in his room with his six foot plastic bong cocksucker could scratch a match with his toes hold the shotgun with his other yeah pull it baby pull on those shadows pull 

long on the bong

once yeah once long long time ago yeah back when i was someone else you were someone else how do eye know you how do eye know your every twist your every step your every twitch your every button yeah once long long time ago land far away mud and clay and god’s warm breath come on baby breathe some life into my wretched soul give me life give me give me once yeah once long long time ago

 eye must have been ain’t no other way to explain ain’t no other possible explanation eye me your cunt we were the same eye went with you everywhere eye knew everyman eye felt everyman eye did eye did ain’t no other way to explain it all explain how eye just know eye just feel you your buttons your triggers your moans don’t you know darlin eye was am will be your cunt you only thought you felt before you found me again you only thought you only did

eye see her profile in the little oval window high in the sky looking down looking down pale blue skies whispering clouds looking down on the patchwork quilt of dirt dust danger she says turns to me she says yeah down there that’s home that ain’t home ain’t home no more it ain’t back it just is sugar sugar miss sweet tea we’re

out on a limb i am your home

my heart you know my heart it ain't so small i can't bring you in sweet tea i got plenty of room sometimes you know you ain't so tough all the time sometimes you just let old jimbobjoebobthingamajiggy put his big old arms around you take care of you ain't got to be so fucking tough miss puff-la you can just slide on out on this limb with me i'll put my arms around you i'll whisper right into your soul i'll whisper maybe murmur right now this moment just this moment yeah i'll take care of you just relax leave the driving to me here let's take your shoes off kick back have a glass of iced tea you're good yeah just this moment down the road you stand tall kick a little ass be your rock star self right now though miss puff-la give yourself over my heart you know my heart it ain't so small i can't bring you in take care of you i breathe you i puff you yeah i do

eye breathe you eye do

eye see her profile in the window dusky silhouette late afternoon early evening autumn light the tear shimmers glimmers beneath the light in the parking lot trembling lip eye can only let it happen can’t fix everything just let the tear flow salty trail joshua fit the battle of jericho and de walls cam’ a tumblin’ down she say lip trembling she say we’re

out on a limb i am your home

once yeah once long long time ago yeah back when you were someone else eye was someone else how do eye you we know how do you know me get me take me send me spin me like you do how do you do them things you do ain’t no other way to explain it ain’t no other way to tell it just makes sense don’t you know long long time ago you your my dick your dick you were my cock how else would you know to do the things you do you must have been my cock in some far far away land in some far far away life me walking around through the woods spear in hand hunting my wooly mammoth my cock swinging free you swinging free between my legs we hunt we kill we drag home the bloody carcass we find a bitch in heat over by the campfire we you my cock us we fuck her silly you know just how it feels tell me how does it feel to be without a home like a complete unknown like a rolling stone you my cock us we fuck her silly you know you are you feel the loveliness of her cunt all wrapped around you my cock

eye breathe you eye do

eye see her profile in the window late afternoon the tear the lips tremble knuckle to mouth cover the slightest of sobs god oh jesus when is there a time when you are not beautiful yeah we’re

out on a limb i am your home

autumn afternoons long shadows sweet tea and all that

these late autumn days

they're incredible in that yeah i guess the beach boys were right kind of way fairy tales are true

the waves oh fuck the waves

crashing foamy thunderous churning spitting sucking devouring a constant ceaseless army marching marching against the shore attacking retreating surrendering regrouping again again attacking constant ceaseless how they die over and over how we die over and over

fuck time who can count that high                  

yahweh cocksucker

lo it did come to pass that yahweh fucking yahweh he did he did he did tempt brother abraham he came to honest abe in a dream he whispered he said yo big abe he said he did he said behold here i am

yahweh what kind of god is this cocksucker yahweh he said take now thy son young dude isaac only son isaac whom thou lovest take now thy son get thee to moriah take now thy son your only son whom thou lovest take thy son what kind of god holy shit of shit what kind of man take now thy son offer him there for a burnt offering

offer him to me your god yeah me yahweh get a fucking move on the ocean waters old neptune sometimes he say hey get a fucking move on

black bodies bobbing

waiting waiting dozens of them lined up waiting their turn waiting for their wave mostly hes some shes mostly surfers some boogie boarders all in black neoprene some with hoods some not i once fucked a woman wearing a hood i forget if she or i wore the hood

i'm a redneck at the friday night dirt track yeah i admire a good ride but ain't nothing like a good honest to god fucked up wipe out spectacular ocean beach fifteen foot twenty foot waves today foamy cocksuckers all

what kind of god what kind of man

and yeah oh yeah she valiantly tries to don her black neoprene pull pull tug tug half way on it appears pornographic so wonderfully pornographic a rubber corset of sorts she is erotically racktacular i'd like to place the little red rubber ball in her mouth hogtie her slit open her neoprene with a carpet cutter cup her tits

lift and squeeze

lift him up lift up his only son they came to the place that place of places way up in moriah land way up in the mountains above all creation abraham he built an altar put some rocks together put some sticks and stones in place a mighty fine altar not bad for country living laid all the wood in order can't have a burnt offering without the burning part old yahweh cocksucker he bound isaac his only son bound up isaac his only tied him up with rope vine bound up isaac his only son whom he dost love bound him up laid him on the altar upon the wood

what kind of fucking god what kind of fucking man abraham he stretched forth his hand took the knife to slay his son his only son floating on the altar floating in the sky floating

out in the water what he must be six five six six on his short board tall and lanky he tracks the wave readies himself the wave tips totters falls he our tall and lanky hero squatting like some black giraffe he scoots across the top of the breaking wave diagonal to shore hopping hopping hopping a flat black rock scooting across the pond hippity hop

crash

board dips back on its heel pops up straight up scooter he flails fights surrenders arms spread wide falls into the foam into the funk resurfaces fresh i can see his grin a hundred yards out he hops back onto his board paddles out me and cuda we just sit on the beach we watch gaze i like it when they paddle right into the armpit of a massive breaking wave scooting shooting through the bottom of a twenty foot wall that's crumbling all about all around liquid rubble and bubbles sort of like love it can fuck you up paddle right into through it break on through to the other side wave crashes pummels them a bit i like that part                    

and the angel of the lord goddamn just like that an angel a fucking angel he said coulda been a she but this was the old times the angel he said abraham abraham and old abe he looked up kind of all ray charles like blinded by the light he said here am i

fuck

here am i

and that angel he did say he did he did say shit dawg we're just fucking with your righteous soul lay not thine hand upon the lad shut your motherfucking mouth and just drop the knife give me the knife do not thou any thing unto him for now i know you are one stupid fuck who believe any fucking voice that floats into your feeble old head for now i know that thou fearest god

what kind of god what kind of man

seeing thou hast not withheld thy son thine only son from me

fuck

here am i

but for the grace of god go i

yeah i like that part

this other guy the guy down the beach the blond california surfer dude he likes that part too blond california surfer dude two-day beard rugged yeah he might be a bit crazy hell aren't we all i know fuck i know i feel you brother yeah he might be a bit crazy he stands at the water's edge wetsuit unzipped his pearly white ass crack showing stands at the edge of the beach water's edge reaching for the sky grabbing a handful of cloud jumping screaming a sort of west coast rebel yell whenever someone crashes

the sun bounces off his hair

he is abraham he is isaac he is moses he is elijah he is jesus he is brigham young he is tammy faye he is david fucking koresh and the angel of the lord called upon him out of the heaven a second time

and said lo he did say he did some sort of deep bass echoing through the hills he did say by myself have i sworn saith the lord old yahweh cocksucker bellowing farting into the wind he saith for because thou hast done this thing and hast not withheld thy son thine only son

your only fucking kid asshole

that in blessing i will bless thee in multiplying i will multiply thy seed as the stars of the heaven man oh man my cock gets hard just thinking about spraying my seed as the stars of heaven baby here comes some ooey gooey stars upon yars

and in thy seed shall all the nations of the earth be blessed

the surfers they are blessed they have obeyed the goddess who moves the water the surfers they float close to then further away from seal rock stained white by century upon century of gull shit seal belly oil fog and sunshine sort of like love it can fuck you up hundreds of gulls gathered on the island just sitting there soaking in the sun every now and then one spreads its wings flaps twice thrice sits back down every now and then a surfer catches a wave i think to myself yeah one day i got to get on one of them boards i think i might like it i know i might like the sitting on my board bobbing in the water best

me and my pod in the big black sea

abraham isaac david koresh and all that
 
 

dude got that grin thing going on

yeah kind of maniacal we're driving down pacific along the beach cross washington from venice into marina del rey he the jokester he's driving his bigass ell aa range rover me shit just riding high in the seat sitting above the road looking out and beyond well beyond

looking down

upon all that is beautiful window rolled down sweaty salty ocean monoxide breeze late afternoon early evening sun sinking over the water sun singing over ell aa cleavage yeah sugar lift and squeeze lift and squeeze yeah remember back when they used to say

lift and separate

way back when take me back lift me send me childhood television jane wyman doing the playtex thing oh my new playtex bra yes it lifts and separates many many masturbation sessions stroke stroke soap it up stroke it up sitting on the edge of that cool enamel tub i must have fucked every girl at school every mom in the neighborhood every hot teenager at the pool every movie television star that i could conjure up laurie partridge fuck me up slide those silvery braces over my pubescent cock

i ain't deep i don't care

yeah kind of maniacal we're driving down pacific toward the jokester abode foo fighters screaming at us from six different speakers i don't owe you anything i don't owe you anything i'll stick around he the jokester he glances my way the dude he got that grin thing going on sparkle gleaming from the corner of his eye white tooth twinkling had i been a chick i'd have spread my legs shit i might anyway in my dreams tonight he says cheshire fucking cat he says

dude you ready

he lights a cigarette i light up a bowl that's where we are i say dude i say exhaling that sweet rich ganja smoke i swim to smoke don't you know i say exhaling i say fuck yeah he says much wildness is in store i say watching the old grey haired rasta hippie white dude in the tie dyed pajamas kicking on a scooter on the sidewalk alongside us i say watching this dude who could be would be should be me i say

i expect no less

up into his loft quick change armani for strauss slide back into the range rover slide into traffic slide up to santa monica slide into the shutters hollywood come to the beach gather with the crowd for drinks fru fru appetizers the jokester starts grey goose martini phatmike he sits back on the laurels of bowls past drinks tonic and lime we meet we greet egos swelling bursting more ego than will fit into the space my mouth clicks tongue wags yeah yeah what project you working on now yeah yeah that is just so fucking fascinating yeah yeah you are just such an incredibly talented wonderfully sensitive person my eyes steal glances steel glances my mind can't keep track of the tongue my eyes roam my mind forgets the mouth eyes nostalgic for eyelid theater where yeah i really can have ex ray vision i can see right through that shirt my mind locks in posi track click click frame it love is in the air love is on my breath love just is but all i can think of is sliding my cock up between your lovely lovelies

lift and separate

rides driving transpo lesbo bungholes are negotiated we're headed downtown baby you you you and you ride with me what about him fuck him he goes with her she only has room for four fuck him he goes with us squeeze him in down the ten off the one ten somewhere around staples center behind before beloved buggered barking we park ten dollars up front we step over couple of dudes wrapped in blankets on the sidewalk we ignore starbucks cups sparsely populated with silver copper nickel mix with the crowd front of the mayan theater tickets distributed redistributed passed around

lift and separate

somewhere in eye rack grunts soldiers assholes with guns assholes with gee ee dees they hunker down fuckers got helmets on new york times says bullets go bang bang bullets go zing a ding ding bullets go plop plop bullets rain our boys in red white blue glory glory hallelujia onward christian soldiers we ain't in eye rack we don't think about eye rack tonight we don't give a shit about eye rack tonight we could care less about eye rack tonight fuck eye rack fuck afghan stan ed john and bill

should have stayed in school should have studied harder

lo lo she meets us there i love lo lo i like to hug lo lo she got curves in all the right places in all the places that i like to hug squeeze pull tight close i knew lo lo twenty years ago when she fucked are christie i knew her when she decided epiphanied trumpeted she liked women better hey can't blame her i like women better can't blame her if i was a woman i'd like women better

hell i just might be a woman

a fucking dyke trapped in a man's body i went to her wedding lo lo's wedding a san francisco thing dykes and faggots and fake lesbians like me her bride wore white lo lo wore a tux goddamn she was so fucking hot in starched white shirt holding in her lovely lovelies let me let me why didn't she fuck me then she knows deep down i'm a woman i know she loves me i smoked cigars me and lo lo we smoked cigars drank whisky at are christie's wedding i might have made a move on her who the fuck knows

i ain't deep i don't care

somewhere in eye rack grunts soldiers assholes with guns assholes with gee ee dees assholes with assholes they hunker down we don't know what it's like we don't care what it's like ribbons on cars fuck not even real ribbons fuck not even stickers that's too permanent might fuck up the car ribbons on magnets that's support for you baby i dig a chick in a uniform

lo lo she don't wear a uniform lo lo she moved to ell aa to make movies she went through a break up she wasn't getting any of that funky freak no licky licky on her sweet cunt not like i'd give her not like she needed she got married again i hugged her goddamn she is so fucking cute she hooked back up got very happy her partner just had a baby she lives down here in hollywood town

i call her up

i say hey baby come on downtown lucha vavoom they call your name we got burlesque we got mexican wrestling we got midgets we got sexo y violencia we got buxoticas we got luchadores we got a fucking chupacabra we got alcohol we got dope we got a trunk full of nitrous we got pockets full of pills we got little baggies overflowing with unidentified powdery white substances we got pieces of blotter paper complete with dragon imprint by god by golly is that puff i know it's magic we got no morals got no scruples got no manners come on down she doesn't hesitate she say i'll be right down

ain't no grunts coming right down ain't no body in a uniform me lo lo the jokester hundreds of others line up outside the theater ain't no grunts in line only uniforms worn by rent-a-cops they ain't got no gee ee dee either they the powers to be they make us wait they the powers to be they make the grunts do the desert dance the raghead tango this ain't a weekend with beer and tanks in the mojave desert cocksucker keep your ass in school keep your ass out of that stupid fucking uniform they the powers to be they make us wait hey we're in ell aa the jokester tries to slip the doorman a couple twenties the doorman will have none of it fuck

it's going to be an honest show

tell 'em again george tell 'em again rummy tell 'em again mister chain knee shoot your friend in the face send the grunts off to the desert do a little sandman shuffle you don't care we don't give a shit we got mexican wrestling we finally stream on in to the mayan i run hit the head there right inside this older shufflin' brotha with a garbage bag full of doritos ruffles beef jerky em and ems mounds bars kettle corn dollar a piece i piss in the urinal alongside all my best friends there at the mayan don't be staring at my cock cocksucker zip up reach into my pocket buy a bag of doritos pack of em and ems bag of jerky

sins of bowls past

the show starts mexican jungle cirque du soleil followed by a little opening burlesque rocket sapphire her name bouncing ta tas her game i love the little green star shaped pasties they glimmer shimmer as she belly dances across the stage i want to cum on her stomach watch her shape the drippy white love snot into cute little animal shapes with only her stomach muscles the first round begins

good guys versus bad guys

just like in eye rack just like in afghan stan ed john bill remember when bad guys wore black in elle aa new york san francisco the cool guys wear black in the midwest they still wear black turtlenecks in eye rack they wear black smudges beneath their eyes keeps down the glare where the fuck where the fuck where the fuck that bullet coming from bullets over baghdad bag daddy bag momma bag that baby send him home shoulda stayed in school should have shit on the flag instead of shitting in the desert that's all right that's oh kay we're having enough fun for the lot of them we're in elle aa we're watching the real thing

good guys versus bad buys

tag team match big motherfucking mask wearing cocksuckers jumping around slamming each other slamming themselves into the ropes onto the floor of the ring over the ropes and into the audience big motherfucking mask wearing cocksuckers climbing the ropes doing backflips rolling dancing spinning dude must be north of three twenty he tip toes like a fucking ballerina does a handstand kicks the shit out of masked man number two

sweet little thing dressed in flowers danyella she does her thing shimmy shimmy shake her thing shimmy shimmy shake and bake it's shake and bake and i so want to help

dude dressed like louis the fourteenth complete with one two buckle his shoe three four show the grunts the door louis he comes boucing out on stage on a pogo stick he strips down to his jock strap fucking talent baby goddamn i love america i mean hell they'd probably outlaw something like this in eye rack eye ran north korea this is what we're fighting for over there don't you cocksuckers get it can't be made any simpler

good guys versus bad guys

dude dressed like a woman like a goddamn hot hot woman has the jokester going he whistles he claps he stomps his feet take it off take it off dude he does he strips down blousy shirt comes flying off flat muscular cut chest glistens beneath the light the jokester he hoots he yells he throws a few bits of jerky he says put it on put it on you can take the boy out of kansas fuck let's go cute dude that ain't a woman man he can swing that hula hoop those hula hoops fuck

i ain't deep i don't care

hundred fifty thousand grunts mercenaries sue port person nail entrepreneurs fuck they can't even go to saigon find some cute asian dude in drag fuck him up the ass they can't even go to saigon find some cute asian chick fuck her in the ass can't even go to saigon find some good godsmack shoot it up their ass all they can do is sit in the sand stick their own finger up their ass

we got dudes in chicken suits fighting we got chicks in dude suits fighting we got dudes in chick suits fighting we got chicks with dicks fighting we got fat fucks dancing in tites and masks oh these masks so colorful lucha vavoom shake those tits bounce those boobs lick the barrel of the gun shove your un lubed fist right up some eye racky bunghole

liberate his ass

his mind will follow grand finale ten midgets in masks last man standing cage match they get into the ring they beat the shit out of each other throw each other out of the ring beat each other over the heads with chairs gouge eyeballs chop throats punch kidneys have a generally good ol time fuck we enjoy it we do we do jokester shows his appreciation gets drunk stumbling drunk buys a souvenier mexican mask dons the mask assumes the position offers to wrestle anyone everyone i put twenty on the jokester

i ain't deep i don't care

a sentimental bet i hang with lo lo mostly we cheer along with the crowd we whisper about love i pretend to whisper nibble on her ear she slaps me fuck she is cute i've always loved her

love never ends you know

the show ends the whispering ends the lights come on sweet mother of jesus guides us out into the dark light streets of down town elle aa i take the jokester's keys the jokester good and drunk pissing drunk can't get it up drunk mumbling from the backseat drunk i drive his range rover through the streets of elle aa kay see calls from the darkness of the back

stop yo stop we pull over kay see he hops out he runs across the street frogger style except only music us yelling at him he leaps up onto the curb misjudges toe snags trips falls rolls drop and roll baby must be on fire up on his feet all in one very very smooth motion he turns to us arms raised we give him a nine an eight point five another nine a nine point five the jokester abstains on moral grounds kay see is magnificent in his nonchalance love will set you free he leaps into the lead he talks to the doorman bouncer at some bar some dive bar downtown elle aa probably nicer than any bar in big daddy bag daddy

hygiene baby it's overrated

kay see he disappears like an eye racky hostage poof disappears like an enemy combatant getting a one aa em knock on the door men in black choppers black berets blackened redfish hot hot hot black pepper reappears in ten minutes comes stumbling out the door froggers back across the street climbs back into the car fuck it's a truck really drives like a truck kay see he says

nah we don't want to go there

climbs back into the car says three empty pooltables two drunks at the bar six fat hoes sitting on a couch cat stevens this other guy in the rover he says yeah but

are they cute

kay see he says the drunks yes the hoes no i pull away from the curb jokester is wearing his mexican wrestling mask singing in a language he believes to be spanish but is kind of something he must've made up i'm a fucking lump sneaked off to get stoned i got five hammered guys in a range rover i mean slurring drunk i drop them all off pull up in front of jokester abode he says man we need to spend more time together just us man just us talking you and me man just us solid talking get shit out

sometimes i see guys in uniform at the airport i want to talk to them i want to just ask them i just need to know i gotta find the truth tell me tell me tell me why

tell me tell me tell me who

wrote the book of love tell me why you signed on the dotted line did you not listen in school did you not hear did you not bullets can fucking kill maim injure fold spindle mutilate

ain't no pussy gonna fold spindle mutilate

pussy about the love bullets about the evil good guys versus bad guys don't you know can't you tell don't wanna go to war no more beat your swords into plowshare beat your meat into submission rock and roll will live forever napoleon allowed his whores to follow the troops where are our whores ain't got no saigon in eye rack

i love lo lo she love me you still linger on my fingers slippery slippery slope don't you know slippery slope snail trails senator kerry he apologizes spineless sorry fucker no wonder you lost the fucking election say it mean it i'm saying it stupid fucking grunts wearing your little uniforms your cute little green and tan cammos goose stepping through the desert i'm saying it i'm meaning it shoulda woulda coulda studied stayed in school be wearing cool black getting drunk watching mexican wrestling at the mayan theater

i keep the jokester range rover drive to my hotel sit up in my bed smoking bowl after bowl after bowl i can't sleep

mexican wrestling midget tossing eye racky grunts stupid fucking cocksuckers and all that