Reminds me of dry white wine
And I want to punch it
I am serious
Your leather-bound face
Reminds me that I'm hot
Under all these clothes
Little radiators doing their business
Your snide jib
Makes me wonder
Why people believe in god
God would never want this
A phony elegance
All astute on your straight little nose
More round than you'd like it
You fucking dandy
Your subtle sleep
Not real but imagined
Sealing all of this off
On the other side of your subconscious
I hope you are reviewing Sun-Tzu
In your school groomed little head
Because when this train stops
I'm going to follow you to death
On a chariot
In the hereafter
I ride
With your head on a stick
I am just like you
Only I dream with my eyes open
And my courteous smirk
Is filled with intended dismay
Down below us
There are slabs of marble
Just waiting to be cut to size
Waiting for engraving
On an elevated train
We are all important
Going somewhere
Decisively
Your decision to wear that face
In today's dream of today
Was the worst choice possible
And my today is forever marred
Just as bright
Your gleaning spirit
Shoved into a sack of pinstriped shit
Whistling out from the seams
That glistening cobra
Dangerous as it may be
Is so comfortable in the new dark
It doesn't know it's dead
This dusty marmot
Knowing quite well
That anything goes
In this gray already-dead sideshow
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2.1.11
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