Ride
i died last night
swept away in some dirty shack,
dark sea storm
faces and places shipwrecked pasts
crashing into my night waves
i feel good when i go there
tonight
bottle of sweet red wine,
or king louie’s can-can oil
ma earth giving humanity sharp right hook
fog smacked world, fuck it
dr sargebait dropping medicine bombs
on pretty docile dolls,
sweet swab queencakes
eskimos laying out welcome mats
sea polar bears took a wrong turn
swig my way to the night burgundy shores
well-lit wharf rats,
fudge sundae carnivals
past the sword swallower’s den,
speed of night,
rebirth of a moment
a quasar
… ride
Horror Sleaze Trash 