Die Free / for A Limited Time only /  

Junkie !
Right on Burroughs Blvd. (St. Louis, to Mex City, Paris, London,
                                                to the Casbah in old Algiers.
                                                They never think to ever
                                                        Tell
                                                TRUTH about kickin'th'beat n' then'Tru'ed
                                       right       out of all St.Paul,
                      without the drab cloud
               of an opioid
     life lived
in cargo,
in airplanes, in ships,  a dash across border.  All such toil and trouble for the
      porpoise in gettin' high for the down-going crooked isle of dirty
needles dirty holes dirty abcesses  dirty magazines looking as if night were some-time for voodoo ghosts come to bedevil belief in a last
                        minute verity.
An opposite of a day in the cyclical form, where such opposites cannot exist.
                          &whereby spirits  worm us away, were it is that no one,
                           no one ever climbs from the sea, their mouth fulla fish,
                           the space between is the the only           consolation.            

Medication? shit,man, get with it.
You know how drunks and druggies
                        LIE
 about anything/everything
in order to get a hit. a score, a shot, a load.
A big old swig with freshman puking on higher as then
        putting , the vocal track always carrying, flying
              with Genesis in mind, and a total of bodies
                  expired are seldom acknowledged,
                       must go unto Rue Morgue
                           to get bodies ready for transport
                                                      to the High Spot ,
                                                      where those shills can
                                                      see or hear the
                                                      little basturd-cunt begin to amassing
small bearing(s) for small  services say, practically, (who was preaching), like "For the Greater Good',  the old garden ships, where none were ever lost nor drowned (except, if per'haps by one's own hand).
           in the harbor.

 Could we do some water better'wetter than the Old Crow we found here?


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