On a roll tonight.

jesus fucking christ tonight
is on a fucking roll in the speed casino.
Somebody told me he was into urbex.
I guess a train could run him over,
and nobody would really tell the difference.

If you mix soot and dirt water,
can you write essays with that?
or is it only mere affectation?
decals for the second home...

The sea is not just mood.
The city is!
A hurricane thirst parked out there,
headlights towards the road
(you never know when they're coming for ya).

She told me "The purity of this world is gone,
like the smell of new cds when you'd open them."
I said to myself "nobody buys cds anymore..."

Spend the night under palms of pure white light,
reciting psalms we overheard in those cheap holidays
in Olympus.
Back in the day.

Keep the gazing and the staring long,
and the fucking up with as short as possible.

Underwear should be designed to be worn dirty.
A calculated statement dirty.

It's so long since I laid down naked and careless
that I can't hardly tell.
I watch the young bodies slither in funky clothes
and I just want to hit the SUPR key.