Held Trip Prophecies - Poem by Ximmi Moon
Why don't you love me if you want me to stay?
Nevermind lovin' and touchin' out in L.A.
Thirty dirty freaky styley blackeyed blonde
Catholic school girls rule Hollywood
Walkin' on down the road behind the Sun
Me and my backwoods friends fight like a brave
Subterranean homesick hunger against millionaires
Under the pretty little ditty bridge to Higher Ground
Breaking the stone cold Bush's castle made of sand
One hot minute one big mob falling into grace
Transcending the power of equality, Shallow be thy name!
Naked in the rain road trippin' around the world
Readymade warlocks storm in a carbon teacup
Universally speaking strip my mind with a funky crime.
Knock me down on Higher Ground to taste the pain
We believe in so much blood sugar sex & magik
That this is the place I could die for you
Dosed hard to concentrate in the 21st Century
Subway to a porcelain parallel universe
Right on time Venus summer in Mercury
Fire the zephyr song slowly, deeply out of range
The Battleship Brothers' American ghost dance
Uplift the funky monks love trilogy Mofo Party Plan
My lovely man greeting the song like dirt,
Suck my kiss warped walkabout tearjerker
Melancholy aeroplane mechanic's purple stain,
Funk over this velvet glove desecration smile savior
Cuz true men don't kill coyotes if you have to ask.
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