Wednesday, March 14, 2012

paster (selling junk on 3rd avenue)

crack head crack hole
crack of dawn and dark as night
trickle up and treacle down
and the syrup-sweet blood
syrup-thick and twice as dark
dark as night

publish dreams in rebel blood
a sharpened pen with a little dab of blood
(dip the tip and tip the scales)
scales fall from your eyes and the eyes have it
press on home and publish dreams in rebel blood
for a one act play of right and wrong
and the weight is measured out on the scales
(dip the tip and tip the scales)

a hundred hoser-hide
horse-hide
heathen-hide
play hide and seek and suck and blow
for blow by blow the scale tip and syrup flow
in that crack head
and that enlightened crack hole

syrup chokes and syrup dries
never knows what choker buys
syrup thick to rancid days
rancid rot stuck under skin
under the fingernail bleed
never see the tracks you bitch don't bother me
rancid rot in that swollen blue vein
in that swollen black arm
rancid rot don't bother me
with fingernail bleed you go away
i'll never see you again
don't care who you be
never see the tracks you bitch don't bother me

and the branded man stuffs the fried chicken in his mouth
fast as he can
fast as can be
and rancid rot don't bother me

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