When we lay in the brown bed, with the purple sheets, warmed
by disconnect static and pill buzz, (I loved this song with a scalding loyalty,
the way he sings,
even Richard Nixon has got soul.)
every day a slow mo fall.
Sweet cloying opiate twenty-one, its
nauseating cokefiend boyfriend drawl,
horrid sight night terror,
fell asleep in my impress-you-dress,
happy birthday los angeles bastard,
southern california took me down down.
Coulda sworn I -
"As Long As I Can See The Light,"
"I Cannot Have Seen The Light,"
slow heartbeat in a dry heat climate.
Card house of cigarette butts for to deny I was alone
and so alone torn by Corsican time zone.
I hardly remember a thing, dull wound no sting,
I hardly remember a moment, brain-dead drug-drone,
innocent in a film noir live socket.
Caught with no slicker in a shit storm,
to await the gavel smack.
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