Long Live The Lizard King

I see them like a not-so silent film
 this talking slide-show of the mind

Morrison
whipping
 a girl sense-less
     bare breasted
          bleeding
           begging
          for more

filth is everything about this room
 
             swimming in      
                   tears                 

                 waiting
                 to want
               something

 road wearied
riding harder
             scares
                   trash
                        a rash of
             whiskey
                    semen
                          sweat &
                    leather pants

empty/turned-up-side-down/punished

       whisper nonsensical screams
 
 the dogs are awake
packs of hungry beasts
 their bellies ready
  their teeth sharpened
on dreams of another time

                           they're
                            coming
                            she is
                             he is
                          we could
                            all be
                           cumming
                          together
                            as one
                       unite
                    under
                  the moon
                    the sun
                      the roofs of
                       our prisons
                          & scream
                          like her
                           & bleed
                          like her
                          & breath
                          like her
                           alive &
                           witness
              "the American Night"


 an empty stage
 an empty throne

Long Live The Lizard King