so much that they hand me is useless to me
and all this candy is not
dandy so much as it is lame
and everyone is variations of the same hollow
spirit
all i want is dynamite
all i needs is the liquid explosion and
the path of brambles
down to ramble
away from the dull dull crowd
loud in my ears is the quiet
out of the city onto the cross
sunday school sabbath virtues
are lost in this
sodomy
and gommoracy
desire of you
is my fire you
only the curtain of lust
will do