he walked the streets of broken glass termites
buildings boarded up like disowned crack houses
angry eyes watched him from the broken sky
like cracked sapphire
flushed down a golden toilet
worms on the ground ate the soles of his shoes
teenybop prowlers filled the plastic shopping malls
rabid dogs glared from the sides of the road
in the silence
like angels in hell
dead presidents screamed from their invisible graves
at the lightning garbage with pencilled in nose jobs
and the secret agents prowled the streets for life
under the kitchen sink
he wore out his welcome in the dead free zone
made his way to the disco wearing shoes of lead
set his sights on a wingless locust
that squirmed in dead leaves
like a fish in the sand
the cheshire cat moon smiled down at the scarecrows
and jumping jack ravers til the break of dawn
and the king of the artists stole lucifer�s eyeball
and played frisbee with the fishes
at the bottom of the hudson
and the Sunday morning papers were on fire
and the walls of life fell down on the rats
and daggers and spears flew through the endless vacuum
and the candle melted wax
and he threw his love around like ninja throwing stars
and the sun shined down like a frozen orange
and wingless birds fell out of the sky
like diamonds
covered with motor oil
and the disco ball spun shining stars like gunfire
and the shadows danced on the painless knife wound
and the jesters sprayed ketchup on the side of his face
and sang love songs through their noses
he paused
and dreamed his dream
(Continued)
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