Posted by Atticus on December 5, 2004, at 22:03:30
Blue-Flame Propane
Flickering licks of
Blue-flame propane
Light eye-socket rockets
Fixed on the N train,
Feel warm and fuzzy,
It’s fun being insane,
Ideas like fire ants
Swarm across my nest brain,
Manic magic mojo’s workin’,
Sacred and the profane,
No sharp sweet sliced
Raw-as-sushi soul pain,
Don’t want to hear it,
Not my cup of red rain,
On the excess express
Dressed up in the inane,
Head’s topped off with
A spiky punk lion’s mane,
Ain’t a g*ddamn thing
From which I’d refrain,
Got no blues to lose,
Got everything to gain,
Harley-booted burnin’ bush
Jerkin’ on the Moses chain,
Make my own fool’s rules
’Til only fools remain,
Tap dance up subway steps
Into the sooty sun again,
Flaring bright, neon at night,
Urban comet, soon to wane.
-- Atticus
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