horseplay horus play

hours push the time a ways over the ledge

into the river knowing the edge and the ledge on past it, follow the shapes and scarabs in sound

(((orgasm rhythm)))

It's real it isn't plastic,

feel them authentic feeling waves

in the flux of states

you are all the rage

so save the name which holds the power,

interrupt the scripted rape, false rock gods, shitty capes, false pop flakes,

carbon copies PR made for every model & make,

establishment poets and artists acting fake, prof tarts in on get a taste, fake art mafias with nothing to say,

the kind you stick on yr walls and ceiling

the kind you find out about today

and draw a blank on tomorrow

Fading empty fevered ego types aping feelings

all icing but no cake