East of Essex

Bumper time it's time to fight...it's time to get down and dirty, to unmild the sandwich sauce. the love sandwich. eat drink bite confidently. swallow with the body, digest with the mind. it's time to release and forget, to cathart in the most vulgar manner possible - maybe leave tiny sesame chips all over the floor. windowbound and coming closer stepwise, the lady's back, she falls back, and the dream magician's tricks are her irritatingly accurate words.

little bit 'o runnin' on the heartwood planks all the body frosting. the fight - it's on now. the fight it's here to stay so run out the trumpets and unroll the velvet rug. there's something in this room and it's infesting my mouth, little Hamilton Fish pathways. little lives in the fight...together! together! my skin's a rag. my face's a volcanoground.

sweeping giant chunks of white cheddar into the spotlight, the mild sauce is a touch too wild, we need to make it even milder. incisionbound fightwise fissuregap soultrap on an island in the South. Pacific Ocean. where terrorism reigns where it uh ha! wins the day! nay! easily into the store to ask the attendant a simple question. spin around and feel the fight in your head in the bones in the night in the wild fight. little Duane Reade reading glasses, on my baby tonight. i say, "baby what you readin'?" She say, "I ain't readin' honey, I thinkin'bout how unhappy you make me, how dissatisfied I am. you won't be getting a bonus this year."

like a catchy humswoon, a quick whistletune, the tallest wall around. workin' hard missy...workin' like a dog for you missy. walkin' like slob oh for ya missy. wrung out and lyin' to you missy. fuck the cart rockin' the yard. in home bag land fightin' on Saturday nights. eyes agape and swingin' side to side in the orange urban city light. let's take a quick trip across the bridge missy.

so i took missy Japanese motorcartwheelin' up the span she stuck her head out the window i said baby that's fine that's just great go ahead. it felt just right. shootin' up and over passed the idiots like a dreamsong stellar-cadenced sax solo with the girderbolt harmony in place but flexibly-s0. i said to myself, "don't forget, you're here to fight." But you're crossing the bridge as a destiny interlude. Peerin' in the windows on a ferry at Governor's wing, I felt it in my bones like a grimace of the Hudson steamboat kings. "Oh-aw, you guys are too much." Well, if you want to see me, that's no problem at all.

Nickel on the ground so I pick it up but when I look I grew up. Missy, so much older than I did when I started. Skybound eyebound necktwist cardiac detonation slow it down now can't stop can't stop the bleeding we tried everything, whimper, "take her away!" take her away to the shroud in the ground "ya know the box." try harder try softer try in the night in the window with light in the darkness. the tufts and the strands in the dragon's nimble hands. one part green meat one part chicken in a pot, smoke it for an hour, braise for another, systemic violence, outrageous crimes against handicapped humanity. in the night in the firefight, system pitch.

in the night the piano comes in softly, almost...passively. But we all know what it's up to, haha, right? no. it comes in so softly and then it picks up b/c it's rock piano. it's comical his statuses beat me up. my status are the worst. good to see you back again. you still look fine. it's been such a long, long time. i remember you. i know you remember me too. cryin' in the street. playin' without house money.