[ISTANBUL IS A ROUGH TOWN:]
December 22, 2004, 03:50

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{dawn}
click click goes the bells of the doorman
slick slick the death knells under widow
click click goes the bells of the shells of the four horsemen
click click goes the hells on the track and the train hunts the house of men
but I am the one whose thoughts dwell on the Monterey and its carnival
and it’s vunerable
find me nails in the smokestack dimeo
I heard her humming from the stairwell
One step…but it was step too many
Oh, wish me luck under Benjamin copper
In captavia, I’m writing you from the state and I just can’t wait
And the electric, too quiet hush hush
I’ll swim to you aquarius
I’ll believe in you, if you believe in lines
Sip, and I slip through the safety net
I’m singing flat
She took a sip from her hemlock tea…
In the diamondette
And she sheds toward home, lost key to the Hollywood floor
And we motioned, but the zodiac was calling them first

Past the grapevines of our youth
Cast the sunsets of the savior 
Give them the inlet slip
{midday}
say you need me, like adoption teeth
say you like me, though I could never believe
every wonderful heat held by envy amputee
and the gang, gang and again and again
one night, send me to the Aquarius, take me to Sagittarius
regards, I’d like to discuss; angel was in the guard, angel almost cut me off
angel was the color in the saddled by the lady well, lady well
ask and we’ll see you less, say me things that are not for touching
stately in the laws of touch, say something that we’ll know you’re still around
for us but will you wish?
Will you wish upon a star when your tying to the seventh body bag?
Will you be the cables in the backround? 
The accaidas in the backround?
“Harbor, I won’t tell a thing”/makes you laugh 
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you wish upon the kaleidoscope
you wished me once but it wasn’t the hope that once knelt 
be true my ace. behoove my demigod. 
Dear Charles and the prints, too late smooth appraisal 
But wait, revenge tastes so sweet
Like a tiny coated candy covered law
And the great barrier reef is dying
So cool your jets for awhile, got a bad ear
Since you’re the apothecary of our hallelujah buffalo English
When you hear the time is five, you’ll soon arrive at the falling out
or in an ambulance
on the tenth floor, past the immunicary 
and the sequence on and reporting in
you’d see more if you’d read the seven deadly sins
but more than that, you’d know Jewish was Jewish.
Leeched and leaving, tossed and beaten
Of mink fur
Myth and heathen, embossed and wreathen
May I remember
All together, totem and charming gown worn by some checkered mistress 
From the few and swollen roman glue
And the seeping wore one copper line
Formed one sulfur wine
Oh this is weather and the tide was wearing hue
And your portrait isn’t primus inter parus anymore
she smoothed your bedsheets out of violet
she made sure your ascot was in just right
she was just northern zealous
willing to fit, if not happy.

deceit won.

{sundown}
and we sift our souls among the garbage
and we’re gypsy silk under a sandblast sky
and it’s a long time to wait
to realize it’s fleeting

and you were lurking for a lover
the street lights crying won’t you hold me close
you were a witness to the regal
and all the dead flies on the window
are you questioning the miles in between?
Darling you’re only pretty when you’re crying
Darling you’re only lovely when you’re gone
Darling you’re only fitting with the weather
Oh great depression so alone, so alone
Darling you’re only living when you’re dying
Darling you’re only loving when you’re harmed
Darling you’re only pretty when you’re crying
Oh skim the sea with a broken heart

Bon voyage, dear depart
Kiss the speckled hands of the possessor
He’s here to be heard, not for what great depression wants
The lesson, I heard an eye for an eye
And deceit won all lately sirens
I blink once, but not twice, no no no not twice
Darling you’re only ugly when you’re strong
‘Sorry’ can only be a kiss of resistance 
Darling you’re only pitied when you belong
Soon I will know
And in the borealis when it’s dark
So every beauty queen cannot compete there
And when you’re running out of leeches, I’ll be there 
none of your napoleons will be there looking
I’ve stole the sugar from your o.s.s.s.
And now I’m wondering about which silences are best
So all the ladies hungry when you’re crying
Their lonely eunuchs divide the lard from life
a nervous smile when I come through
from holy rollers and their powder girls
and you’ll end up growing heart of gold after another full sentence, 
another full sentence 
we were sincere with a halo 
and shook the hands ; where the timing go?
And I shook their hands where’d the hiding go
And I shook those hands undying
You practice too; electric lover of the landscape
And all this time you were planning for the great escape
We’re slowly rolling when you’re crying
We’re on the corner behind the dopplegang shake
The world is only loyal when you’re crying
Salvation city in a blue moon
But the dawn comes much too soon
And we ran out of red tape in shanghai 
Running with the too tripe, royal crown
When envy comes to see the police
They’ll put a special order, but they’re never going to catch you
Yours true, my woes
Yours true, my love
You can hide the ruby red on my karma cocoon 
But you won’t be visiting anytime soon…
We both know, we both knew
The world is the only one that was crying
We both know, we both knew
You’re not escaping
We sigh, will you be my stately siren tonight?
Hear your pleas, behind the dying dawn
Grand old party and we’re running with the red plan
And when the lovers only make you crying
And when the motion is a reeling mistrust
That’s when you’re red herring dragnet is closing by
Just recall
You won’t be in the tripe that long… 

“she sold her soul to Ego, the only true love”- anon

{dusk}
Hail, the red’s gone out tonight
The dead’s worn out the white
And the sin’s are lulling out the light
Keep them going Like a rolling Czech Trojan
And it’s time that we start the best rest of our lives

I walked like the seven thieves of Egypt, talking all the seven plagues and all
Walking on the seventh day in Egypt 
And New Delhi’s gotten so, so quiet just like walking on eggshells…
They keep saying
“There’s nothing new under the sun”
like the seven plagues in Egypt
If there’s nothing, then something wrong
So I’m asking myself last night
I’m asking if it’s dead and gone
I’m watching the steam that night
And the falling stars of tripe
As it’s burning down like a wedding bed
But I can blow it out like an electric love
“La la la la la la la la” that was the sound of us singing
Too much mean, I’m doing the deca-dance

No one can stop the Red Barren
From sinking the tripe from the sleepless sky

Thank you.
Too much smoke, I mean your fire engine
Hope goes both, I need your vitamin
Too much hope, the white flags burn down
Oh double duchess may I have this dance?
Let’s quench the thirst of this dry spell
After the vagina knife fight, I’ll be your Archetype Prototype 
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No one can stop it…
Except the four, the law Czech
They cripple all the talk as they go
Cripple all the law Czech with all the venom
Just keep watching in the sky for the red, Red Barren

She was so bold and beautiful
And she glowed like a pearl all night
All those riddles, are they behind me?
She held it all like a soft blue detail
Our fire’s gone it’s the fall of Rome
And she’s humming from the smoke inside of the lure
And the radio please keep ravishing on
Bless me now, thou vanished eye I’ll never
My baby’s gone far away 
she’s my new world order
last glance at a delta ray
and I’ll never forget her

Step aside, to the tune of electric lover
But it was only the tomb of the Red Barren
All please will the artificial crawl out
We hear mercy, sweetheart won’t you cornrow? 
never did irration turn adore
Dear the trash of the world,
Who holds the keys to the seven seas?
Sugar killed all your nerves, darling, but your mother doesn’t care
Get a chance to limp aquarian, blonde blue eyes- arian
Those days are gone, so don’t save your soul
Statistics are Going up
Too much sinking to the tune of electric lover
Too much say I’m doing the deca-dance
“Bless me then thou tranquil eye, 
who canst behold the greatest happiness without envy”
-Nvatalie Yours and the global a go go

too much thinking about the royal royal ghost line
too much thinking about the ivory coastline
I will promise your kids will believe 
That she kissed me like an 80 watt widow 

{twilight}
“You can always sell snake oil on a Sunday”- Bruce McColl

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