the Destruction of word(s)

DJ carry me home

seeking into the void between spins

rejoice Babylon in pompous decor

a baptism melody, bottomed out pulsate.

Reverberate in a clandestine sonic excursion

god like cultural isotopes (James Dean, Elvis, Dee Dee Ramone)

excess swallowed, puke ridden toilet.

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Words wasted, soak a broken bottle

clit sores soothe in the lack of ventilation

a whole not in my Black Lung but in my soul.

(Northern Detroit rock opera in drag

the hippest backbeat) Lost on me.

****

I scratched my fingers on the raw table

The sign embroidered on my bleeding ends

Tongues of fire spit out.

Eyes roll back, foam off the pint

exercise (pump it up) the spirit.

Decca dance is on the road to my salvation.

****

Conversations interface crumbles

The shards of evidence were never recovered.

The body of an American the Anchor conveyed pity

on lookers of a digital traffic accident off the I-83.

****

Bar time moves slow, leeches over the second hand

Acceptance is the first step I have been told by others

But questioning our actions often lead to splitting hairs (needle).

The dance was never quite important as the result,

It often ends before it had a start or possible existence

so I took the last train out of town, my thumb was sore.

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We spoke about Oppen and Kafka, raw emotion of meaning

blue cascade was lost on my bleeding ears (heard enough?).

The city was long gone as I was 100 miles past the glimmering

the lifestyle ate me alive, limp consumption lead to a rotten road.

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Moss grew around my bed as I slept, I believed in nature

but power (unquenchable) can be dangerous in certain minds

mass production : marketing pitch.

I used to believe in rock n roll but that was long gone

(train tracks grinded to a halt) wakin’ me from shakin’

and the voices we heard when the lights went down.