truffle.

Vulgar anthems sung by jins
on the deepest crevice of Jupiter.
The white face of the moon
isn't surprised just
sad at the quantity of sin...

simple protozoic prozac gulping stoics
yelling out yellow thoughts
verbatim.

I, the visionary monkey,
crack of dawn dreams of orient
wrestling cobras and smoking opium...

I saw your uncle, the dope fiend,
he owes me:
three pounds, two pence
and half an apostolic head
seasoned in tarragon and garlic spread
on a rusty brass platter
the blood drained on the roses
painting the roses red
red like the head of a new born baby
like the crest on a rooster red
red like the velvet on the queen's bed.

scream in the background
sick guitar trembling dark
bound to place auditory learners
in deep thought induced coma

I got the tortilla warmed up
for the beans and sour cream.

Let be be finale of seem.