hey slip kid
you stepped out
of line..there's
no easy reason
no gentle pacification
it's all been burned
into the sun
blasted hole in
the sky..
the clouds are seeded
memories erased
in a formless
erray of time
slip kid
you took it too hard
emptyness in the eyes
of Satan..sweet sublime
penetration..and what's
left of the cradle
the sick yet sweet
dradel spins round
and fell off the table
slip kid
doesn't matter
all of this prattle
spray paint your name
on the scenic
sunnyside of shame
come back tomorrow
and see if it
still looks the same..
make yourself some tea
and have a little biscuit
sleep in till noon
if'n you thinks
you can risk it..
