Hasta La Vista

I.

Meet me
in a bar afar.

 

Rustle me out
of this ocean wreck,

 

urchin for tools
Bering Strait.

 

Meet me
on the Bridge of Sighs

 

bell and the fog
harrow and cark.

 

Kiss a grace
of this hour and waste.

 

Pull me out
of this can of fire.

 

Toil inflames
every bleeding thirst

 

to pander and shame
vain & sullen with desire.

 

Bad to sad,
driving me mad!

 

II.

Gunning for “liberty”
fell in too low!

 
caught like a f%ckwit
in the murderous undertow

 

fiendishly bled
fire engine red,

 

worshipful nippers?
lube & stow –

 

colors of necrotic pulp –
womp womp – woe –

 

Lightening lit
weeping tragic!

 

keeper of the flame?
Sorrows rave & gluttonous

 

piercing The Sublime,
struck a portal vein.

 

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