At the stroke of blackberry,
along electronic highway –
for a moment in this mouth.
A sign in neon,
of killer app,
a signal that all three were relieved about.
A tendency to destruct
in all this driving about,
dumb but with receiver on.
To my blackberry, I always report back.
of colours and squiggles
the mighty dollar
blows deadly like
El Nuno:
riding in patrol
a paper beast with secret signal,
a smell draws the dogs on.
and now, pup,
paying ourselves for what goes up and up
to eclipse the eclipse,
to let it rip.
and everything moving –
saddle and booted,
you rough-riding vigilante.
I’m told out west
you can be completely innocent.
what is this peak you speak of?
of what nobody is sure and dare not speak of.
sail then, sail across the sea and marry me
just as a mountain,
an enormous arm wrestle.
so we bless god for this, our genesis,
in splendour silent.
where there is more to print
literally;
we print more in green ink;
gladly, gladly
we pioneer
with heads of heads, of news
where blinded and broke –
busted,
with bills to pay with more bills
along a stony path of thrills
littered with i owe you’s.
a printing machine
literally;
with which to cover our naked pulse,
to recall each leaf,
its beauty helped us cross ourselves,
saint something
unknown, completely naked –
green it was.
paying ourselves for what goes up and up
to eclipse the eclipse,
to let it rip.
and everything moving –
saddled and booted,
you rough-riding, green-backed individual
out along highways
I’m told out here
the verdict is always innocent.
so what is this peak,
revolver ?
sure, speak, stranger.
the good doctor,
the doctor dollar would say
would say to me,
run away and marry me,
loaded and smoked.
and bless god by and for genesis,
as what we owe
is a summary of information.
with this thing, it’s all or nothing
no half and half will do
i guess i owe, i owe to you
a snafu or something;
a pup to stroke like it was all newed.