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the excess express
I tell you the tale
Of the excess express….
I
Vonhutski commanded ‘we follow’
Where ever it took us,
The night beside the railroad.
Fix the fix, fix the fix
Pick up sticks
I’ll snap your fucking neck.
Not leaving till I get my just rewards
Vonhutski wanted vino, me, well
I wanted to rip open the sky
Let all the twinkle-ly lights fall down
And form a pretty halo
Round my medulla oblongata.
That’s where all the good shit hides.
II
We make it dark, we make it burn
We make the flames, we break
The hurt
Suffering, lost child, cracked safe
Vault, February stole
The heart.
This child cry, cry until
The end is nigh, cry
Nothing but tears falling and the heart
Is dry.
III
Ride the light, green light, blues
Purple, black sodden, castor oil
Lungs are feeling tight, you smell
Good, good enough to
Suck the orion
Swallow the worm,
Find graceland
So dead in the brain,
We decided to call it a day
Take a load off
‘thanks brain.’
This Marlboro scratched
My lungs and I was turned on
I saw a galaxy
Fuck, it was so pretty.
IV
O father, who art the seven,
Is this my heaven?
Lonely waterfall, summertime dry
Cannot find the horizon.
Is this my garden, children
Playing?
Bird chorus symphony
And demon choir
In my head.
When they scream at me
Father, they know not
How good it feels
Listen; closed mouth propaganda
Taste; cheap pussy for a dollar,
Lived; poor man’s antichrist
Fucking sweet ava,
and her sister Maggie too.
V
Teacher tried to teach me once
Tried to teach me, control
He was disciple, apprentice artist
Of Sodom and Gomorrah.
VI
Detol is all the detox I need,
I wash wounds with a wire brush
And detol on the rocks, not straight
Up.
VII
a finger deep in my river
it is cold, siberia rain drops
it is cold and inviting.
just want to sink on in
and let the current take me
to the mouth licking the sea
injecting me into
the oceans of the world,
swim with drowners
fighting destiny
refreshing, is its image.
drown with me
let the sea become
your lover.
VIII
The outside rushes past the lightning window
Of the light bulb room
The land where the trees
Run wild, hunting season, nature,
Blessed sweet nature, is bleeding
The tree’s close on in.
rip out my eyes
i don't want to see truth
Oedipus, it is lies
teiresias lies!
Vonhutski, we not supposed to keep up
Barrage the mind
Obliterate the picture movie
I smash the cameras, I tear fuck the script
I want improvisational living through
Chemical sinning.
Let images fleetingly vacant
Strangely fulfilling and thirst
Quenching
Take over everything.
IX
i'm surrounded and smothered
by lonely shores
of my island.
help, i think someone shot the sun
with an arrow
and all the air fell out.
X
Hey jesus, come save me.
What you waiting for?
Jesus, I love you.
Will you do anything
To cleanse my tattered
Soul?
Hey jesus, please
Answer me
Come on down brother,
We go get mesmerized by
New Orleans voodoo.
Hey jesus, I
Could kill a man
And you could forgive me.
XI
dance the knife across the arm
i want to see a waltz.
tiny slits and feeling fine.
XII
broke the burning, i broke
the burning
in my mind
woke up, scattered paper
mind bleed
drained and burnt out...
angels come! gabriel
take me
before the fallen
fuck and rape me.
Last port of call, the excess express
Pulls in.
Hine-nui-te-po
XIII
There is no. nothing.
Fluidity is not important
And there is no meaning.
Wash I’ll tempered dreams
And thoughts
Of morals, delusions
This is drug tripping
Gone wrong.
I have nothing
But a few scattered memories
Of supposed life, fast
It was taking too long
The meaning is not important
No, there is nothing
To learn, and it’s all
Sad stories,
For the excess express
Is all about the journey
Coming through
To a destination,
Any destination.
