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And if desire floats on qualms
Should I be calm
I shoot charms
I hark for Brahms
Cloak my desires in anything but psalms
My gift is my fire
It’s on hate street’s liars
I search for truth
In Benzedrine alleys, at glamor bar rallies
I can’t pretend, I don’t offend
I rake with intent
My mystery contorts a motley cause
Sometimes subverts
I invert whores
For it’s at night I pause
Then make my way to chilling floors
The killing floor where cattle prey
Stampede at night
They won’t get away
They set the trends in a world without end
I come from many places
And go by many faces
Lithe like, I hunger and leave no traces
Grant all offerings but never daydream
It’s never how it seems
And never was
Daydreams need ambition
And the holier-than-thou
The highbrow
But I dream under a pink moon
With both feet on the ground
Where the greatest lies are told
They’re like gold
They can be sold
If you’re bold
And always will
