Asleep At the Wheel
I have nothing to eat
But Jesus, and his
Multitude of soggy
Misrepresentations...
...There's a Tulpa
For every chrysalis,
And tonight we'll
Go out swinging...
Dance with me
To the sirens,
While we still have
Breath to spare!...
...You've been cruising
On the notion
Of tomorrows
In your lair
Where you'll recline
In finest comfort
Barely blinking
At a past
That you've cruelly
Devoted
To cataclysm
Of the mass. . . . . . . . . . . .
,,,
but I'm waking
from this terror now!...
...Why did I trust
Those eyes
That led me down a
Primrose path
Of trespasses, and
Lies?...
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2017
Bunny Villaire
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