Tech support, feral army

In a cave on a failed bed of terra-forming

Four corners of paranormal

Get shorn for a thermos and pair of thermals

In a warehouse air where his dairy curdles

St. Vincent de Paul trying to square the circle

Circle the source of his power

Foresight born at the corner of Howard on sale

Cherry-pick blew[?] in the pale

It's a blue nose chewin' his tail

Losing his coat

Schmoozing a high in the headrush

Hack up bile over H1N1 and then some

One eye on the bread crumbs

Other eye on the drencrom

Other other eye on the income

Good knife in a grin

Shoot dice with the lice and the ring worms

Peg leg, smells like Medellin wake in the night

Make a pipe outta anything

Take five take a dive in the cellophane

Turn five into five six seven eight

Back out black out

Some weren't fancy

Shake in the back seat of Aesop's camry

Dude, seat full of chips and sandwich meat

From the crypt in the end

If ya give an address and a rib or a piss

Don't question the mystery fish

Just picture shrimp on a pillow of grits

Close your eyes, lick your lips

I'm at the cafe ordering a cup of fresh

Sarah gave me two, I gave one to Rex

He said, "Fools ain't shit plus f**k the pigs

They could never understand what Sumner is"



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I'm off the grid

I'm through the gate

I fly these kites into the fray

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I'm out the box

I'm through the mud

I fly these kites into the cut



NorCal fried bacteria

No I.D. survive the vivarium

Try soft feel sourdough and heroin

Eat with the chimera fly with the seraphim-ight

Hold court with the cats and dogs

Who hold cools like an orb in a dragon's claw

And terry cloth robes outside detox surly

Curse of the beat cop doctor a slurpee

And not no Xerxes fear no moon man

Stay true like a wolf wearing wolf pants

Ooh, never could avoid himself

For long enough to contain or employ his help

And now we look both ways at the asteroid belt

Buzzed, gross unholy unloved

Still hear an ex in his head yelling, "Kiss the ring!"

From a fortune of fisher king

And from assistant care blisters in his hair

New day new diary of disrepair

Soups on two tongue crucifix to bear

No shoes no shirt no fiscal year

I said "Hello" to Marshall every morn for six

He yelled at me every time, "That's amore, bitch!"

Only took one tooth to crack the bug juice to chug

Turn the bum to a Sun Tzu, bug

Outside home is an open swim

Occultism in the throes of corrosive wind

A cold meal with the ghost of friends

A whole host of meds

A deal on a Tone Loc cassette

I stepped over a body in the door

I pretend he asleep but it's probably more, God damn!

Profound apathy, heart with a crack

I'm ships in the night

I'm darts in a map

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