heaven is autpiloted
and seringe tracks are your guidelines
routing you to a tranquil galaxy
where pipe dreams are dremt...
and brewskies are brewed
where the nerves sleep
quite as a newborn...
on a pillow of cannabis
a cover of morphine...
and a bottleful of cuervo`
a polish of pheromone
intoxication plays the role of seduction
with a black dress...
and an oscar winning performance
the orbits around are clowns
a dirt clod full of sober clovers
and petty interests...
fists should scream bloody mary
and speak through a cracked bone
and live on, through the fluid that drips
the warmth of insanity...
hovers with a grin and a dagger
fearlessnes should seep through your pores
and simmer to the man next to you
gun play and sword fights...
stress deflates with right hooks
a broken hearted man
glaring towards a forehead
of broken blood vessels
violence is key
to unlock doors of pharmacies
and a beautiful counselor
fuck life is good.
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