Sublime

Make love to Garden Grove and miss my dog
That dark room and us, moans and love
Pure and red, high with sobriety
Life mixed with a little wine; sublime and subtlety

Rolling like a turn table, crudely dissed
Scratched and scattered; flanged and remixed
Till recently pre- gamed yet un-fucked, honestly
Life mixed with a little wine; sublime and subtlety

Come let’s dance and shout in heat
Shake that arse to Sinclair’s beat
Pop, lock and drop it like a motha’ fucker, decently
Life mixed with a little wine; sublime and subtlety

I don’t know what all this crap means
As long as my lungs in that deep space breathe
Dark and long, full of air and empty
Life mixed with a little wine; sublime and subtlety

No this ain’t a premature song
This a confused poem with élan
With an unmeant theme, written aimlessly
Life mixed with a little wine, sublime and subtlety

As long as this road is welcoming me ahead
As long as I can write bull crap un-read
I’ll drive crazy with insanity; Write nonsensical shit constantly
Life mixed with a little wine; sublime and subtlety