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Wasted
rambo

The colored Seraphim waste me
 1
With hypnotically sedative back-up harmonies
 2
 
 
Their petals bud tighter than my rolled up bill
 3
Burning orange beyond any lucid ecstasy
 4
 
 
The original nymphet—
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Lap dance to post- desperate Mexican blues
 6
As I sit—cane in hand at the milk bar,
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Staring through the television screen
 8
brewing hard times, come full circle
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Well dig,
 10
I must make amends with a vengeance
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Like that of the mothers of our soldiers lost,
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(Old Testament stylie)
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If you can hear me,
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On your throne, your cloud-- its out of the bush
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I will not destroy with truth, instead
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With the face of a ghost, I burn
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I’m done waving my freak flag
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Like a squeaking wheel to afraid to respond
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That fragment of humanity will always remain,
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In the tattoos covering my slave back
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I repress--
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fueled up on amphetamine,
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And that so delicate self-tolerance--
 24
finally coming home to stay,
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like the stray cat in your barn--
 26
filtered into faltering control
 27
the plunger slides to dilating eyes
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now set me free, take your manos desalmadas de mí
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You have always told me Id not live past 25
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Ain’t no hangman motherfucker
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I’m a coffee shop cop-killer
 32

  manos desalmadas de mí (soulless hands off me)

26 Mar 07


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