the mutiny of night  stabs the sun to nova in the psychedlic swing of the prehensile night

 
night is mutiny      
     
a fire burns the yoke    
drawing smoke from      
the roots of earth    
     
a fermented draught spills      
baptisms of reunion  and risk    
down knighted gullets    
crusading for holy decadence    
     
in  penthouses of the infidel      
at the sky edge of heaven    
     
or in dungeons of the city    
where naked troglodytes      
lick each other to flame    
     
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greetings furry lecherous monkey of night! what mischief swings from  your  curving tail this eve,    
     
what  burst like sweating tsunamis  to swamp the sand of your  skin in a pharmaco(pan)logical ooze,    
     
shall we start at the black  hole of - guess we didn't die last night - but we had fun trying, right? check the arrest    
     
warrant  again just to be sure our  lysergic haunting of the dead  hasn’t followed us here, from  the big    
     
tree bigger hill  cemetery under the yolk moon cackle laughing from it's wavy reflected river mouth or the paddy wagon      
     
crushing foot slide we did on the metal floor to  crunch our  felonies into dust or the florescent    
     
35mm saucer pupil  chesire mugs we flashed for the  dali melting cop clocks, the mind seed of the mad hatter    
     
night swallowed in the runny sunny-side up eggs of the morning's remembrance