Porter Street & Junk Annex

drug through
the eye of a needle
in Seattle
wouldn't I have thought
not to speak highly
of you love
push more stars into
your view
where only gods can see
no cheap stage trick
with a burnt side
of fried integrity

turn on turn on
not at all island sticks
turning inward
the wood spinning
the curls of
grain
stained hands
rinsed by
sine waves, rains, raves
turn on
the mind
turn on the moon
winter coming soon
devils deals with
dollars in the heavens
please politicans and
persnickety unemployed
electricians all slowing down
here in the corner
of your head
with melted disguises
they fell out of their guise
right out of black nights
right out of the sky

turn on
the strain
the water pools and
we slow down
time slows down
we turn the bed down
put your head down
its snowed in
glow turned
outside in
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