the top backbone

the ladies waved
screaming recognition
a beautiful love
filled with hate
start your engines
the gentlemen left the room
only us scumbags were left
we took advantage of the situation

open bottles like friends
long lost comrades
angry and wet ladies
such devotion
to their trade
to the deception

I knew you would soon
find your way on top
you always do
it doesn't matter where you start

bitching backbone
praise nothing
learning to recognize
the low hard fat one
Picasso and his glass of wine
sitting next to the warhead

my hotel room whore
like a dripping sink
she reads to me from her copy of tarantula
noble and dumb
like all good politicians
rolling a doobie and pontificating
releasing the hounds

it was the belly and the balls
a smile and huricane
we were setting up the walls
dug out dirt patch
a noon day shitty street
a smudged head cap
moon walking and when I died

we widened the gate
with dynamite and prayer
pulling the shades down low
Chucky lost three fingers
we awaken the road
blood and taxes
brother can you spare
something for the congregation

all men fall into the abyss
consumed by the invisible
we divide and conquer
the lost flesh
in empty apartment beds
listening to the echoes of time
holding the cards but not wanting to play them
desire eats the bug
and the bug eats oblivion