loose lips sink trips

 
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I tell you fellows O    
we will wear no polite faces this outing.    
we will dismiss every promise without notice .  
SHALL parasite every kind and man-ner of KINDNESS that makes of life, liveable or    
otherwise.  
   
Gleaming    
glaringly absurd in our flim-flam-flinging upon the asphalt the body down  
to drown in assholes, Alas!    in the   ringing that rigs our    
dirty farce of a face with a bottle fer a fist and a crimson kiss against crimpedt lips and all the fears ive gather'd /learned,    
and all the fears all    
that gather like morning dew
 tippy-top atop tipsy us.  
   
   
all magic is dead you know, Fin de siècle, adios adios and much mahalo.    
there is no chance of resurrection.    
   
 I watch therefore I erect and walk  
and stalk and WANT NAUGHT    
BUT FOR THE BODY TO BURN and LEARN  
all the turning world at once and all and all    
   
but all the world  now  
so square now  
I cannot, shant-not wrap my head round'round it it.  
O whats to become of the mad ones?  
left to claw like germs and to crawl and drawl    
upon the whitewashed walls and halls and doors O my Droogies you know,    
hurtling hurtless/heatless/heartless/helpless  
   
& I felt    
Skin flake like paper beside  
but the dirt is inside  
insidious nside I ,    
we been in the LS D up t' eyelids and brain/stems    
swinging in the tall sprawling sinew of the sun 's radiant rays and panting    
like dogs in 1000 degree heat, like  
cats clim  
-bing thousand-year eves and drop-  
                        ping dow  
n down    
do  
            wn  
                              d  
                              o  
                                    wn  
                               O eavesdropping ye    
to trip upon my hated heart of glass which grips and grinddds itself to dust so crass   
u    
pon her pussycat ast  
ral heavenly lips  
 afi  
re.    
   
Inside.  
Inside.  
deep in the vein  
there is only  
endless need  
running wet    
and red wild  
and me I got the blues blues blues blues blues
   
for all this lifetime or more    
   
   
so leave me o h ye to my insatiable needs,    
its good to think about    
such cauldronous things  
 at times like this.    
   
   
But nothing is like it was or will be again \  
but I    
took a header, took a nod for a year or so    
   
& the felt the music go out and still  
I shall poesy myself \  
deaf upon    
thee  
oh heroin heart  
 and dim within    
these antique cannons    
of bartered    
banal  
beggared   
beautiful  
moaning  
grieving  
animal  
womanly and  
volcanic  
sing-song    
demon-ik  
blood    
   
and your, of course, loose facsimile of a smile