NOCTURNE

c 2012 Tristan Winter

 

 

 

Thankyou they were distributing bodies throughout Laurel Canyon

You can be brutalized or alone

The party’s really just getting started

 

Friday night the cops go clubbing

The human fry smear lycra streets

Prongs with wallets women in heels

Wearing funeral wreaths

 

The fat ones all have that look

Of lying to the authorities

In the pisslights of conurban america

 

Keep the slow eye, man

Agony is just vanity

But you have the heart I sought since birth

You are the minutes of my immortality

 

The form of dreams

I amphora

Beautiful thing to put on your head