JULIAN

“TEMPER, TEMPER, TEMPER”

Well-well-well

Point blank duck + weave little miss all that except for me

Rearing brunette bob breaking radio silence

Buckshot bang puts down the call

Grazing glaciers grace presence of

Ice queen cold shoulder, snowstorm in settler Sahara

Fortnight falls apart, seconds kept short & sweet

But the jaguar jig has been up for longest of times

There are things to do and places to be and coin

To be scraped from the tycoon treasury

Did they finally catch on, the color blinds rolled up

And that flag is bloodier than ever, stripes and fangs

With a screaming smile aimed at six-month absurdity

Rattle-rattle-rattle

The fork-tongue is cold-blooded, winter takes all true colors

But who'll pick up the slack?

When You phase sumthin out, the replacement better be damn good...

Don't give me any of that momo bullshit;

What the fuck do You think this is?

We all check the mail and talk to our mothers, we all make choices

I’m decorated in this shit from head to heart

There's no wool eye-wear scheme with the master of the game

Attrition's the rust on my spurs and the chew in my cheek

Wild rodeo's been mine all along

Clack-clack-clack

There's nothing great about this disappointment

Just another notch on my neck and scar on my belt

The west wind blows and I shouldn't be surprised

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"OLYMPUS MONS"

Weathering went way past the storm = Erosion forgot to clock out: What changed?

This exchange lost its effect upon landfall, pathetic parry, pulled down by crimson girdle's gung-ho gravity, well that and tonight's trek, Terran terrain's all we've been used to, it ain't squat compared to inter-world excursions, especially with us rowing on the Red One's rear.

Grant me a modicum of respect on that canvas where You paint my face, I've given up so much already, written enough testaments to fill Babel's Barnes & Noble, nights up here get ‘Siberian’ in a second, let’s try not to ruin another one this week, yea?

"..."

No answer. Predictable.

This charade has lost its appeal

The challenge is brittle

Cold wars, colder warriors

Traveling bi-polar express

I bought the season pass

Beware this mountain is myth-made, carved by puppeteers, archetype-archons who write my lines: Orion & Horus & the ‘Man-of-the-House’ himself, accompanied by ‘terror-twins’. Mister Mars made me a UFO from the start, there is no holding the reins when I’m raining from the spheres, Earth stands still for my maroon mess, world of the wars spits stardust onto praise facade, semantic veneer of what I once thought was worship- if Aphrodite’s here I can't see her -The clash is a playground past-time, it shouldn't exist (both of us know that) but I never asked to add chains to Your wardrobe, nor did I the box to the bedchamber. Door's locked, the key ain't with me, red sand-scribbled sign says 'No Boys Allowed'.

Excuses are ignored along with

Rest of the atmospheric annoyance

A voice would be nice instead

Pinnacle's always needed a plaything

It gets a little lonely being on top

Sitting on other side of line

And somebody must have taken my ears

Either that or You just aren't bothered enough

Soon,

Soon,

Soon,

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Same place, same number,

You know where to find me

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“HUNGRY IS THE HOUR”

Injun love-

Negro love-

These lips catch

Swedish fish by

The handful

Your vampiric gluttony

Your predator persona

Hunter of platinum virgins

My monthly bleed-

Boxers full of moonshine-

You know what I’m looking to

And who I’ve been waiting for

First day of class: lessons in lupine lust,

Curriculum of love & conquer,

Make me submit, I’ll make You resist

This Howling Delirium You adore,

Night music of la dolce Vita,

Something about Wolves in the West…

Do You remember?

The Wolf was man-made.

Are You ready for the Hour?