I) The Popular Left and Butterfly Government Dreams
I sing poems of rebellion. Lax russet lips lavish scabrous empathy. Without rights I kowtow. A silly carcass burrowing forward. This reads terms of vast cosmos for Tianamen Square, or felt dampness in meat. I crave iced pavement to clot my languid flesh. Without rights I blunder. A bloated child lost in a flaccid smile. Mold and silk ripple the womb. Congested slams of Beijing. Suckle chunk water surviving rusty plumbing. Paint chips and fades the wormholed face of Mao Zedong. Insects tremble at the coming of the Year of the Cockroach. Visage with backwards eyes could be Sun-Yet-Sen. A friend armed with nails to help me torch the flag. "Leader, your steps I adore. I’ll fight along since you stand for me. I have surrendered to life's enchantment, a voluptuous passing dream."
II) Sticky Slithers Royal Fly
"Carnage?”, peeped the Fly. His wings glide with sweat. Lick her foot. Consume it slowly. Blood is what I need. Raped her squirming cute face sobbing. I'm the Cockroach King. When is wrong all right? We'll banter in the cupboards. Meditate. Use Zen under the plates. Father I am. I'm you, but I've found I'm you as lethe.
III) Artist at War, Flesh Armor
Sable Saliva paints a plethora of Lindens with rugose branches and molted angst torsos. "Don't cry my baby brother. A martyr I was made. When the tanks just roll me over, remember where your loyalties remain.”
IV) Closed Door, Open Gash
Thighs held tense and wet deserve salacious care. Risque' like death I maim guests slowly. Love is all I need. A fat bombast stripped leitmotif for the Cockroach King. A ruffian to trust? Like what kissing preludes. What rigmarole poets elude. Father I am. I'm you, but I've found I'm you; a swain.
V) Drugs, Fine Wine, Revolution, and More Drugs
The pariah's gone. Extirpated. Let's burn “His” house. Holy water drink it slowly. Where's the police tonight? Stumbling down here. Here the police will die. City water vomits harshly. Love spinning round. Flailing. Bloody water washes hardly. Sauterne, parched I suck. Blotter. Sweat and water tastes too salty now. Lepidoptera. One billion strong. Twenty miles wide to kill one man. No time to use with morals to loose. To choose.
VI) Exit the Fool
Dabble dandy sulfur daisy eye. My eye. Debatable flummery. Me free. Lilliputian ego. A rayon vest, a smooth chest. No complications. No compendium. Sangfroid. I disencumber with equilibrium. A drunkard. I am. I'm you, but I've found I'm you as dawn.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
