Samsara 

In the Bushwick name dropping 

   Province of Fuckstick, Hell

     I had a relative who was an Alderman there, I think

  There there. See? Now

    Let's all just calm down a bit

Tomorrow the slot car Buddha will be racing 

     toward Nirvana 

    No Hot Wheels loops for you Missy!

 

 I had MacDougall street.

      The typewriter blues.

           I bought a book.

               Based on the cover.

 I'm the Cyclops best friend

    He signed my yearbook

   "thanks!

   You made Drivers Ed bearable!"

   I'm not sure why

     He cried every day

     Single eyed tears 

      Dripping on the drivers seat

      

 Down 

the dirigible essence

      

    Of continuity,  estrangement...

         Her eyes looked up from a Menthol 100

         The Calder vision stability

              Was a back show freak with a bearded hades

              Some kolberwurst sandwiches

        And you

   That's all I need!

   

 Somethings got to break

    Tighter Tighter

           Hold on

         Just a little bit longer now baby

    Throw caution 

                To the wind

        I love you so much that

    I can't let go

   Oh oh oh!

         

 God's toothsome arrow

       Shot from the hip

        Stuck fast in the sentry's arm

     The sentry of Semblance

     In a county in Kentucky

 There was a breeze that had your name on it

     It whispered to me

         "Stop all the downloading!"

      I slept on birch leaves

     And piñon nuts

     A fibrous healthy sleep

   

       

 Myriad piston forces

   The brackish water

        To the surface

       A telephone call at a pay phone

         Resulted in a death by Kalashnikov

    It's not a great day

   Usually every day

   But my housemate says he's not all woe is me

      He said he flirts at work

    And laughs

    "The customers are all our age!"

   He says as I sharpen the knives