Old Man River keeps on emptying his veins
Navigating a sea of shit, it's a motherfucker.
Thundering out with the perilous distinction
Of having no providence to fall upon.
I sauntered upon a most notable occasion
of the silver-tongued Lightning Man.
Vanished youth, putting wood to the fire
She uses no sandpaper on me.
Nothing of any consequence.
Sacrosanct suction. Stretching flicks and flutters
Rolling you in clover. Firebomb fucks in the alley,
Psuedonymphs and sista-womans swinging their
Pendulums of Love.
Nothing of any consequence.