I've heard of mens' dress
black velvet shoes,
of times past zippered row,
and crossings at elevator junction road
of Kaleidoscope washing cycles
and fantasy raspberry roller skates,
of green money vests
in ‘Charlie's Sure' detergent tide
I’ve heard the 'Done Cakes'
in the Sugar City stage parade,
and the greedy tare of sirens peel,
from a jelly bean lush,
gobbling at the air,
under darkened and clappening skies,
I found shelter;
an apricot torpedo butter breaded sham.
of penny slot sink holes
slicked to a shine
with meat oils, and slither
in the fame star state of Mississippi
I've lived in the time of the '12 Soft Eggs'
spread japanese jams on rye,
I’ve dozed on bellies filled with seeds- soured catch kids,
burning under a thumb of shameless sky,
between long lists of sharpened green leaves,
of 'Panic What Grass' plains in her cleavage and heaves.
I've feared Lester,
his crackers and fangs,
his seven stop,
his warm and popish, digestive mutter,
his tight hole taring buckle,
his kibby-kin-likeish fingers,
glassy and beaded with humid,
his crud rusty cups.
I've had diamonds of dilemmas.
Sucked down drum fulls of Ruby’s Nice resinall,
straight from her gaping goblin maw.
I’ve sanded my legs
now down to pegs.
I’ve been forgotten,
And at the cracking of my heart,
I’ve been mistaken,
after turning right,
at the second light,
onto Elbow King Bottom's Road.