[ wild-death-orgy ]

to the manic people;
the feisty ones:
leave it
all
leave your homes
in ruins;
fumes can only heal-
pictures cant be
real.
perfume gardens
of heavenly delight;
the scent of
mmmm...
apricots
spank
that warm meat
between your thighs
self
saved
ritual to cleanse the mind.
hollywood misses you
but oh, not
tonight.
last time you
broke all the mirrors.


**for neil; star-crossed-eyed dreamer of the Bay. thanks for the Bukowski book...good shit