star-death

Star-Death

The crises mid-life. Its nearly over then you die.

The club tournament. Its much the loss to those you win.

Poppa's strong water. Hold you just a bit longer.

Boulder break the ice. Suck him up, and do him twice.

Verses mend the bridge. Bridges built where worlds spin.

Prick thumbs the kid. While lookin' at you where he is.

Some hazy for me. Borne of Mr Mystery.

Someone's gotta bleed. But then we all gotta come'tagree.

Pain is kissing fox. Then hiding in a Champa soapbox.

Boy is stalking juice. Then drinking all that juice from you.

Go down to the club. The Willow one where there's no love.

Did you think he cared? When growls growled and nostrils flared?

Here's a closed place now. Closed but still wanting in somehow.

Here is any color. And words never spoken from any one other:

TO EACH HIS OWN

HIS OWN HAIRY FUCKER

PLAUGED BY A THRONE 

TO FOREVER REMEMBER

THE FUCK THE CRUEL 

THE AWF THE FUL

THE BROKE THE DOWN

THE HORN THE BULL

TO EACH DARK-SKY

A STAR-DEATH IS BORN

WROUGHT WITH A TEMPER

THAT EXISTS TO WARN

of THE PISS THE PRINCE

THE BODY THE BLOOD

THE CROWN THE THORNS

THE GUISE UNDER HOOD...

...a dream to me...

christopheralexandersommers

tonight