The diamonds shone like broken glass
Upon the midnight street
And all atop the walls were wet
Their white eyes glint & sleek
 
Then from afar a gnome appeared
An angel flashed on furry feet
The boulevard became a river
While waiting crowds began to quiver
 
I was in a motel watching
Whiskey in my hand
Her breath was soft, the wind was warm
Someone in a room was born
~~~
 
Accomplishments:
 
To make works in the face
of the void
To gain form, identity
To rise from the herd-crowd
 
Public favor
Public fervor
 
even the bitter Poet-Madman is
a clown
Treading the boards
~~~
 
Cold electric music
Damage me
Rend my mind
w/your dark slumber
 
Cold temple of steel
Cold minds alive
on the strangled shore
 
Veterans of foreign wars
We are the soldiers of
Rock & Roll Wars
~~~
 
Whether to be a
great cagey perfumed
beast
dying under the
sweet patronage
of Kings
& exist like luxuriant
flowers beneath the
emblems of their
Strange empire
or by mere insouciant
faith
slap them, call their cards
spit on fate & cast hell
to flames in usury
 
by dying, nobly
we could exist like
innocent trolls
propogate our revels
& give the finger to the
gods in our private
bedrooms
 
let’s rather, maybe,
perhaps,
get fucking out in
the open, & by
swelling, jubilantly
Magnificently, end them.

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