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Now your bustin' your ass cryin' in the rain that your momma never loved you the last bus just left and anyway way you couldn't catch it cause' somehow you lost the last of your change pissed up in Rays' bar
Something's never do Change Thirty years gone reflected in your eyes Eyes that cried eyes of a Murderer eyes of a fink The moon splits your face in Half's of psychotic symmetry You lurch you hang over the yawning precipice Your hand covers your genitals your teeth grind You stare into the bathroom mirror haunted Haunted by desertion Whose left ? You don't know ? how could you know ? You ignored me for so Long .... You forgot I'd Gone You forgot I was at the beginning You pour the seed of your Discontent Like Poppy seeds on my Grave You think the red birds that feed on Them Is me returning ,but it is not Me It's only your desperate symbolizing Memory Trying to haul in my eternal Departure I bum some loot catch the next bus outa that Reverse dystopia Settling into the squeaky Imitation leather back seat of the Grey Hound Her perfume stuns me Looking out of the bus window Across to the cemetery The way her hair falls the look in her Eye As she turns away from the Grave The engine kicks in , the bus pulls outa the parking lot onto the highway ,heading West Adrian Frost. Saint Patrick's
Heading To Fake Phoenix With Coyote and ChickenLean Runninfast 3 hot days 3 Iced nights With his sister "Lost Her Fingers Frozen" Blindfolded in the Bumpin flatbed pickup Ghost Torches blazing on the Bluff In remembrance of Leaving Home / Crossing the Boarder The Management says: "we are just selling Potato chips " The Comunata says : "We Are a village of Ghosts " They go hungry Who would feed Us The Mexican Indian tribe Yani Saint Pat's runnin ' The gang in the Yani's town As the Cartel Comes in flourishing Guns an knives They see Saint Pat's daughter She is beautiful The handsome guy With the Mustache calls two Of his guys To bring Her over He looks at Saint Pat At us all He feels Saint Pat's daughters Tits He pulls up Her skirt Plays between her legs Looks hard at the Saint Pat Gunshots Boarder patrol, Screams. A body thrown From the bluff Saint Pat's Pissing blood In the bars urinal A Native American Indian Singing intoxicated Songs Sacred The Preppies are smokin Weed Locals Rap ,till the barman turns up the Old Mexican commercial tunes And In Las Vegas ,lights Go on an Off Suits and dresses sit At slots The air condition Hums Saint Pat, (as Angel) , sits at The Call Center "I"ll carry that Big ole Bag o drugs Across the boarder Just to get My ass Back " Wings HUH ! Angels Angels in The SKY HUH ! A Rattler sings its ancient call thru the deserts star lit night An Eagle Sails in the Still Blue desert Air Now St Pat's In Frisco behind The counter of A temple Exposed beams Concrete Floor He's The Elvis of Fancy toast But His memory drifts He thinks He Recalls Psychotic Episodes Thinking Celtic peoples are putting Acid in His green beer Am I . hallucinating ? Loud loud voices : Do I exist. ? Arrested for Sleeping in A tree Moved on for Sleeping in his car Strong strong Girls Aphrodite foamed Rising out of The life generating freezing seas They hold his Head up Upon the sandy shore The sound of wave lapping Feed him on Coconuts, assuage his thirst on the juice of Grapefruit Give him unleavened bread Toasted on glowing coals Put him back in his coracle And on his journey back across The converting seas An Older woman ,beautifully calm on her Greenland Sun deck At The sea Sure Knocked him back Into himself "Your Trouble Right ?" She said to Patrick (A borrowed name ) A patriarchal name She said. "Yer home , Open up a coffee Store When you run out Cups Just push The Door To And grab More cups And serve your Toast, your coconuts, your grapefruit , Hang your Sainthood UP , serve ,serve ,serve UP Yourself " She said. adrianfrost for Venn and only Venn in the snow march 17 Lost before Found Before Birth Unborn Of the Eye Engendered Of the Loin Moved Before Solomon's Sword After Eden's Flight Lost , Before Found words - Adrian Frost |
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