charles blackeel
po box 40734
providence ri 02940
[email protected]
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well, the cock it crowed, the pussy scratched
from the jaws of life small deaths were snatched
in school you learned the golden rule
but it was right church, wrong pew
am i a john with a heart of gold or just a gigolo in reverse?
you’re quite handy with that hammer
is there a crown of thorns in your purse?
smart money bewares the wares of whores who offer it for free
i may levitate down this liftshaft but you haven’t seen the last of me
hee hee hee!
in 3 days i will rise up like a phoenix from the earth
to play the ballad of joking jesus for the fiefdom and the serfs
can you tell me what that’s worth?
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when lightning strikes
the flame it lights
can stop your heart cold dead
tonight we writhe
and boil inside
from all the memories we fled
your lipstick tastes
like a chemical
your arms stretch out like bridges
o william penn
and all his gentlemen
and their statuesque ambition
they intimidate me
they desecrate me
they pin me to the ground
here’s to history
here’s to you and me
let’s burn this gutless city down
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the water is rising
please take my hand
the water is rising
in this broken land
the water is rising
wash away our sin
father o father
where where
where have you been
