The tongue of pain,

A sip of blood,

Delicious taste

Of precious mud...

The gold of sweet

On gummy sculls,

A smile of trash

On lips of gulls.

Your poisoned friends

Are seeking sky.

They flock and drug,

They fuck and die.

The Moon-face grins,

It swallows tides.

Its soul sleeps.

In dreams it cries.

A wave of fluke

Will sink your hate.

In sea of silt

It can't but wait.

It keeps a gun

With sickly pills

To cure earthquakes

Or the thrills.

Your being is fiction,

Your dream is mire.

You rave and rove

And set on fire.

Can't stop your race

In bloody rain.

A flash of dark

Will full your pain.