buckle

there are spoken words to be untrue
tied together with a seemingly end of vapour
glowing in the hearts of many
the one truth lives in the heavens
 
a hedonistic place to hide from the gallows
drink wine and whiskey and lemonade splendor
our mates figure the sources needed
so find rum and drink it and hell get merry
 
unforgotten lullabies by a mothers breast
clench hold tightly then let go of the rest
a satans task a liberal fear
drowns many in sorrow away from whats near.
 
you thought I ended there for just a second
but I laugh and glee and your marks are for linger
bottle of swash and a buckle or two
press down on your knees and frequently tie your shoe.
 
lets trail on to on and then again once more
the vitamins and minerals of a salty squall
feed first, run last and comprehend no weakness
jibber da gib and sound check the alarm
 
fingers bleeding, another way to cum.
 
end of poem one, speak fast, don't forget it
ears bleached, eyes waxed and the hoax of some plenty
grin teeth, grind nails chew and then follow
pits of ancient gargoyles, let them fall in slumber
one more slumber
one more slumber
slumber once more. 
 
and drift to the backslide of a verminous calling
cry laugh joy now speak forever in hollow
quit class, speak joy and laugh in entire
for the challenges anew may outlast those 
of those
of those
 
she answers the phone with lies and corruption
and giggles and laughs when she presses the dial
in her mind she vomits but her voice rings true
playing the game, an utter, quite fool.
 
unbuckle and hurry up before the carriage leads the gathering
swing fast and duck deep, deep into cerebellum
arkhym asylum is the toe in the nail of the grass
voices withdrawn and a few seem unstaggered
and another line, for those who are draggards.