Pasta La Vista

1
Meet me
in a bar afar.

Rustle me out
of this ocean wreck,

urchin for tools
Bering Strait.

2
Meet me
on the Bridge of Sighs

bell and the fog
harrow and cark.

Kiss a grace
of this hour and face.

Pull me out
of this can of fire.

3
Every needling thirst
blooming into an hypnotic curse

ruck and lurking
atoning with desire

pander and thunder
and wonder and plunder

hot and sullen 
a chariot to fire.

Bad to sad
driving me mad!

3
Gunning for livery
fell in too low!

caught like a fuckwit
in the murderous undertow

fiendishly bled
colors of Tupelo -

Lightening lit, 
and there I woe!

4
Keeper of the flame?
Dancing across the lane.

Struck a mortal vein.
Piercing the Sublime,

robbed me of my mind.

5
Outside of reality
foibles of my fatality

grew slubs on lime
as graces apprehending

incendiary 
and the divine

vomit or comet
or emptiness of the sky

a forge alerts 
the contraries

battles 
with the tiger.

6 
And screaming stop me 
stop me stop me

bunnies track
every crime.

Turned my turtle
on her spine

every pose and evil 
came to chase

spinning angels
in their place.

7
Titillations 
of the absurd

on run
from oceanic blindness

puzzling with its truancy
and timelessness.

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