Well, once again it's a Friday, the capper for the week and considering the long week I've had especially with the post-oral surgery affects, I'd say it's time for something completely different. As always my dear, dear readers, enjoy!Justice Comes On The Wheels Of Speed
Sucker-punched.
Threw empty hands across bellied piano keys.
Banged like bodies across dance floor slammateria.
No preservatives.
It could be northernized if judgment weren’t a social disease scratched out in notes left behind in soap scum.
Darkened in nights, 365.
Not knowing the slaughtered waters of sessions.
Shot.
Killed.
Stripped.
Beaten.
Raped before poker-faced women.
under panted men lying on dirty floors.
Dizzied by mint sticks.
Dried by percolated sweat spit 2,000 feet.
Clamored to towers.
Pushed off pads from space rockets pushed through fast-moving clouds.
Forgetting the rules. Filling the void of tick-tocks. Overrun by pick pocketed kangaroos.
Slicked and slacked by zookeepers keeping a 4/4, ¾, 2/4, half-dollar quarter note beat all the way to muddy banks.
Touring crematories. Pouring the Dumpster vomit remains into glass jars. Refrigerating it.
And then, the sapphire draft dodgers run up stairways and shout,
“philllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip moooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssss.”
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