August 26, 2019

CRASH CRASH CRASH

johnnie walker in a glass
my brown sugar going down
guitar bouncing off my brain
can’t get loud enough-neighbors might beg to differ
they’ll send the Gestapo over soon
SS schugan shaffan or schnitzel or schutzstaffel
i could use some schnapps schnell schnell 
red baron-i like your pizza
go for the moon, end up in the stars or something like that
daddy long legs crawling up the wall
people forget when the pretty girl smiles
my painting-my masterpiece-my artistic delusion 
tuesday afternoon i’m just beginning to see i think
made my reservation but i probably won’t get there
over the falls in a barrel CRASH CRASH CRASH
blowing my mind out again-the lights had changed
seeing double in triplicate one hand over an eye
don’t know what I’m looking for but I’ll know it when I see it
mother road, father road, brother in-law road
cheap old motel in prairie dog, illinois neon god
CRASH CRASH CRASH into the pillow don’t care anymore

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