Dazed I am from this...
Come dazed in deception,
making idols of perfection,
sodomy crazed in inception.
Faded away into morality,
sucked into a fixed reality,
doomed? , not quite incoherent.
Her eyes washed away,
flow away my wings,
a slump attitude, naked
florescent grumpy woman.
I couldn't wish for a good girl,
a man who's beauty is so wise,
locks of hair make the china-men
blues, hunting back hunky dory,
and soldiers turned back to
the war, eaten by jews.
Let us sulk, make long hair
red dudes that are prejudice,
into low lacking stoners, who
diffuse into rock genitals, relaxing
in my fossil home, sit next to
the rage skinners.
Bash my Morocco joker card,
fold my ace of two's, make myself
lose my thousand dollar coldness.
Soon i'll shave my Beethoven beard,
and bleed Mozart all over the downward
face, coughing up some Chopin,
falling down hitting off that dazed
feeling that started this mess.
poem by Jesse Gebel
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