keeping the peace
good show tonight
they're playing the coma theme
he sings of his overdosed friends
malt liquor forms of tasty riffs
spacey sounds, overproduced and
unreal
springing sonically from the base
of a vomit-stained windpipe
dilated death on an artist’s
enameled-tin studio floor
concrete cadaver omega over 'n done
with
artist fuck, faggoting off under that
bastard butcher's knife, splaying
blissful entrails, flailing
for void knows what
drug addiction is war
for the bourgeois boy with a chip on his shoulder
the drama, the death, but better
than war
not self-sacrifice
but self-immolating profligate vice, full on, full bore
non serviam
chromatic melodies
army of one
chemical weapons
lost in lyrics
evil drug metaphor
for mephistopheles
worked for burroughs
worked for thompson
worked for
blank
boy/girl
negative nutrients
fossilized psychosis
they didn't make
it so they lie
between the masons
and the mayor
crack house / packed house
rock 'n roll detour on the short
road to death
so you're a cock-rocking man
and you served your time in hell
paid your dues
good for you
hi-five
now
let's keep the peace
why don't we?
and pass me the syringe,
I want me a hit
of that ritalin/oxycontin cocktail
you've got going there
war is so worn
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