keeping the peace

good show tonight

they're playing the coma theme

he sings of his overdosed friends

malt liquor forms of tasty riffs

spacey sounds, overproduced and unreal
springing sonically from the base
of a vomit-stained windpipe

dilated death on an artist’s

enameled-tin studio floor

concrete cadaver omega over 'n done with
artist fuck, faggoting off under that

bastard butcher's knife, splaying

blissful entrails, flailing

for void knows what

drug addiction is war
for the bourgeois boy with a chip on his shoulder

the drama, the death, but better
than war
not self-sacrifice
but self-immolating profligate vice, full on, full bore

non serviam

chromatic melodies

army of one

chemical weapons

lost in lyrics

evil drug metaphor
for mephistopheles

worked for burroughs
worked for thompson
worked for

blank

boy/girl

negative nutrients

fossilized psychosis
they didn't make
it so they lie

between the masons

and the mayor

crack house / packed house

rock 'n roll detour on the short
road to death

so you're a cock-rocking man

and you served your time in hell
paid your dues

good for you

hi-five
now
let's keep the peace
why don't we?

and pass me the syringe,
I want me a hit
of that ritalin/oxycontin cocktail
you've got going there

war is so worn