fame

Eager tongue in sliding snakes through orchid dreams held with painted blossom in a paper cup through wine stains in nightmare scapes scraped from the bottom of fences raised a yard from gallows noise. old dreamtime fairy costume lost in the ocean where they fed you fighter plane space messerschmidt old dead brits and a comic strip lost my easy tongue in difficult Mexican love where my daughter found cocaine instead of our dove. dreamship time travel through DNA and old fucked drugs distorting our physique like crack fucked the thugs old dna in pen written at length through purple ribbons making hair dark not yet dank graveyard script and old movies in junk drawer filled with rose paper and gin perfume. i loved her for loving her not in some storm of ego's fighter craft poised for dancing with itinerant acrobats called space case Pilots.