Category Archives: David Cronenberg

Honey Pie

I’m so sorry honey pie, I got the mixed up tone and whipped up cream. I love you honey pie, of all the ones who flew me up and shot me down. I feel you honey pie, dear sentiment, my sweet rhyme. … Continue reading

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Bluebird Chimes and Cafe Checks

Motor me and wreck me through; you caught me up; you sung by night. The wild sky reach and glass of wine; the sip of air – so crisped and shatter. It sounds like spiked drink up and ladies bare … Continue reading

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Grinning Across the Shadows and Clouds – Wild Monkey Cry

Well, well –  it seems the monkeys are out, the water is soiled and the wind blows down, across my feet and face. Hair real tangled. What is it boogie-girl, hot like paste, cold as snow? My arms feel weak; not … Continue reading

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Dance the Sin

A little less bible, give me the belt. Make me blue, give me wings, make the house jive coffee, make it simmer, jump and trip the wires – let it rip my cords. Flash-time purpose, pinch and feel my throat. … Continue reading

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A Discharge in Dirt

Born dead with blinding light, we escape the mouth of time tugging back. Riding the light and the charge, it is a one-way straddle feeding the volts. Look up, gaze down – it’s where we end, a discharge in dirt. … Continue reading

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Touches Tongues and Help Me Past

Spread yourself smooth and white, giving me access to your dreams – to your myths, beliefs – your expanded mind and godless experiences. Is it possible you walk among the deceased and see the composers? Do you touch their limp … Continue reading

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