Later, 10/09

And when I go crazy,

Do you care?

That the sound of my inner siren calls

For heaven on earth to be aware

And that is the way my head thrives-

When they dizzy up the girl

Dazed in a viperish haze

Roaming the ghettoes of my own enchantment

Where in all actuality resides

Downtown where no one remembers any claim to fame

Or a lost fortune

Without any token of gratitude

Of all that you need to know,

Know me

As I wear my shirt inside out

Displaying publicly the heart which bleeds profusely

a succulent red juice flavored like a repented strawberry

Which tastes best over ice

I lose myself in alleyways leading to foreign temples

Withholding the fountain of youth and sarcasm

To drink in my brainscape

Meet me in a minute for merriment

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