Crank the twitching hours
crank the twitching days
let the love we buried
rise up and choke them
in the tower
ring the bells
and call to arms
those who’ve sworn to this
and those who’ve bled with us
Crank the twitching hours
&crank the twitching days
by tooth and nail we give over
our time for our lives
and find
that survival is no longer prize
but winning is
living to fight
another day.
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Shrieks of Paradise, Correspondence&Rails#9: Already High (to Brother Kit with love)
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The Ruined Rooms of the High Life
Fox Den
Hippie Town, USA
Kermit Hell Lyman III
The Last Frontier
West Philadelphia, PA
West Philadelphia, PA
Aho but you were right Brother Kit. It is lonely at the top. Nice we have our women and the spoils of this wreckless celebration we call life. What else?
Rock&Roll, that’s what else Brother. It saved us even when we didn’t want saving. It’s the last grace of these United States. We could fold it up, croak&crank it to the next and be thankful. Our work has saved us. And it has destroyed them. Aho. Ain’t nothing wrong with my crown and yours, Brother? That’s what I thought. We are Champions.
It all began with the decision to lose first and talk later. Hostile City embraced our defeatism, if only b/c in her bitch-heart she knew it would be easier to take us this way. Turns out that defeat wasn’t the worse thing that ever happened to us. Its made us strong&wise enough to suffer through any series of mindfucks and Schadenfreude. We know b/c we have lived the Warrior’s life and now the only lasting and final danger is this contentment.
It’s all gravy up on this vista. Trouble’s harder to find these days and it makes me miss the devil a little. But not much.
Rock&Roll, that’s what else Brother. It saved us even when we didn’t want saving. It’s the last grace of these United States. We could fold it up, croak&crank it to the next and be thankful. Our work has saved us. And it has destroyed them. Aho. Ain’t nothing wrong with my crown and yours, Brother? That’s what I thought. We are Champions.
It all began with the decision to lose first and talk later. Hostile City embraced our defeatism, if only b/c in her bitch-heart she knew it would be easier to take us this way. Turns out that defeat wasn’t the worse thing that ever happened to us. Its made us strong&wise enough to suffer through any series of mindfucks and Schadenfreude. We know b/c we have lived the Warrior’s life and now the only lasting and final danger is this contentment.
It’s all gravy up on this vista. Trouble’s harder to find these days and it makes me miss the devil a little. But not much.
May You Continue To Be Luckier Than the Lightning.
yrs,
Brother JT
Brother JT
Going for the Throat 