H I D E A W A Y/H O L Y S M O K E
rise work wilt die eat shit slippery slide swim sink claw cry long in the teeth, lemon of your eye.  in like a lion and out like a lamb, ham hocks, party tops, private bottoms, I was unaware of my worth in water until after the birth of thirst, I never remembered my weight by numbers before the dawn of hunger, awake now in deep space wondering how do you pick your name? how do you hold your shape? how could i chose my thirst and curse words? you get another cup of coffee, eat an old piece of candy out of your pocket, hold your hand over the spot till all the blood has clotted, keep your thoughts off of the rotten truvada that's at the bottom of the coffin, art is garbage, love is poison stay cute, get fucked cave your heart in minion. no regrets for any time spent staring at the perplexing erected nexus, lips and nips, sound bits to the pleasures of the precipice.  i never been the the type of gentleman to pick apart all of the pixels in the porn like wite mice, wite bikes, wite lies, yea i have seen you  car crash kathy, i seen the great wite shark in the back seat of her taxi you better make that human paste you better organize your space you better take more than you need you better lick your lips and breed.  you could have a heart but you could never trust a hungry face, stay skeptical of most of the people trust every ghost that you meet holy smoke hot water hair of the dog lung full of butter, body salt, say your mothers maiden name under the covers, bloody cousin. when every promise is revoked or broken at the omen of the stoned locust, stinkers of the opus smoking stones and seeds, see, I could easily be that carcass  deep sleeping beneath white lips grinding her teeth, i like to lick all of my lyrics like a tongue kiss I need to dedicate this dance to all the crutches and hungers, holy smoke till you choke.