Where have all the blacklisted gone?
with blasted wounds and blood goat songs
Where have the marked men to say?
with bad reputations and fan-chested fame
that twirls like clocks gone mad
when they caught sight of the crack
in the surface of the once Super.moon
drawn by some simian goon named God
named flawed, such as mine Emanuel
which is listless.listen to us.we are but one witness
to wristless ghosts who committed suicide over
a burnt piece of toast.
Laughing chariots of Caraban flaps
that lap the steppes of a shoreman’s craft
and to this I turn my back
Thinking of the time. when I percieved the growing
green eye of God’s mean sight
Bring me the inner Karma carlight
that guides champions with a winner’s startling star kite
that teases the sea breezes
and releases the feminist crazies
with eye lash fashion traps.

Fever Street