lightning struck me
so I wear it
a whole maze of mistrust
& torture-
but I’ll bare it.
I look into the black sun & become R A R E R
holographic and esoteric
in all fairness
my baroness lounges across a terrace
blowing smoke rings over Paris…unadorned
I seem careless
really I’m careful
a whole chest of tools ready to borE
even these bruises speak to better times
but whats poetry without losing your
soul?
I sit upon this throne built of dope
I’am the electric wizard
I have lost everything
I cherish
march on atomic children
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