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West

Aug 27, 2008 10:55 AM

did you get my letter? I love you Rob!
RobRob Pate

Jun 26, 2008 10:27 PM

Green and Greasy
(continued)


Downstairs a drunken thunderstorm comes crashing thru the door
I've witnessed the illusion of the "disappearing whore"
Lacey blinds blow around the window singing for my doom.
(calling for my head)
The cotton fingers wave for her as I hear the thunder boom.


The crazy hounds are howling from within their hungry throats.
I am oh a few steps up from the green and greasy canvas coats


The boys at the door were right on time
I was a waitin' on the lord to send me a sign
I had to cut a few down, then I fled from the bloody ground
Next stop, the nearest river town.


A seething veil falls freely from the frozen lunar plate
It shatters shallow waters where the crickets congregate
A hollow evil croaking falls beyond the reach of light
A knotty vacant stump is telling fables to the night

The dirty devil never beat the delta at her game
He drank the toast and gave us all a good look at his frame
I heard the steamboat whistle blow
I watched from the dark till we shoved from the shore
Clear the foggy night, to the still of the moon's silver light
And the town faded out of site.
RobRob Pate

Jun 26, 2008 10:26 PM

Green and Greasy

Copyright 2003, Rob Pate


The crazy hounds are howling from within their hungry throats.
I am oh a few steps up from the green and greasy canvas coats

The purple night is made of lead, the pearly moon in flight,
and i'm runnin, runnin for my crumby, rotten lot in life

Today at one the verdict of the judge resounded clear
His wooden finger branded heaven cold within my ear
His heckling pistachios sprayed poison on the bricks
And the dancing shadows flailed at flamepoint by some sorry wick

I split the bailiffs face in two with the cold iron schackles that bound my wrist
I fought free the keys then I lept two stories down

and i hit the ground running...

I scurry out into the twisted labyrinth of streets
Confounded by frustrations, decomposing in the heat
I've got snakes bound around my wrists, their tail crawls close behind
Through sparkling motor oil puddles with their grimy shine

Gonna chew their heads off with a snarling smile
Sell their skin to the dirt
The midday sun is a parade within the lady's skirt
and so the urgent dogs of other days to freeze away my face,
nor the high priced virtues I've sent to the vacancy of space.

Lady i need a place to rest my bones
Shave my head and take off these clothes,
When you hear them call
With their laughter and their law

Be quick, get the engine running.

Purring persian bouncing to the moon clings for its life
Into a foamy sea of sheets i put to sleep my night

The boots of green and greasy coats are full of empty worms
The swarthy mob is crazed, i can smell the justice burn
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