Friday, February 29, 2008

HVC

HVC:
Tears run dry from this weary eyed harness.
A feast for loneliness and anxiety.
This drug's dosages kill the agitated calmness.
Heroin-Valium-Cocaine speaks toxicity.
Only I put myself to blame...
For living a life of disgrace.
When I could have lived solely in peace.
Being not thirsty for love and justice.
I kiss the faces of bald women.
Bold, bald, bed, bad are all I can see.
Inch by inch my skin gets burnt.
Eyes wide shut... I'm broken with ecstasy.
Whores they crown the queen of fools.
They hail the harlequin... Queen of the Night.
Queer as the quiet query of the quaint quarrelling quartet.
As they quit each other's questionable querulous might.
Pandemonium!!! Pan-de-mo-ni-um!
Pandemic dominion of doom.
Hail to the Queen... the whore and the fool!
Hail to the Queen of the Ghouls.
"Nadia!" I hear the vagabond cries.
Nadia rides a can of milk... swiftly she flies.
"Tengo hambre!" shouts the glutton Teodoro.
He eats the lactic feces of his beloved amigo.
"Stomp thy feet!" the music implies.
Stomp... Stomp... Stampede!
Snare rolls to the beat of Prep. 2.
Bass pounds every listener's bosom.
While everybody is smoking the medicine.
Heroin-Valium-Cocaine... so high it throbs the yearning.

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