Joey Gavin

I'm spat out like spoiled gum
into the red street
where the dogs fight,
pidgeons are charred
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Shift listless fabric means nothing to stones
wrap 'em in twine crafted rich in silk tones
immerse 'em exotic in colours now wild
a bleeding string torn by a terrier riled
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My Ice is grey and ocean blue
like primate raiders lost beneath
never taken by the hand
my gravestone gems and tuskan teeth
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GRACEFUL LACELESS LIZARD LADY floated through the lowlands voiceless,
she doesnt bite, cannot but charm
she is clear like the moon
covering oceans in its wake
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Dont mind me my gracious friend,
your only guise cant comprehend
the fact, its not clear, cant pretend
to look so long around the bend
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This light is so silent
reflects off the moon
no whispering
not even thoughts taste the air
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The presence of wonderous steel-like forays
disintigrate members of child-like displays

High in the mountains of east asian lands
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When your feet crawl up the wall
you feel your falling off the road
and your mind is set on fire
your eyes water from desire
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Were on the road again
and i can see the end of the day
but anyway
i think we can make it
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Your tombstone eyes
your ragtime feet
blue fuscia mind
in your twin leather seat
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Buzzcut,
titanic hips
happyness
occasionless
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Estute in ripe winds
Blackened as berrys newly grown
Pused into a hand
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A silver river
Sleeps between two laboured stones
soaking wet like oil
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