Z-Old Release: On the Shores of Centralized Haven (North, South, East, West)

On the Shores of East Haven                                flesh rotten corpse and sullied super heros sacred men super locks down-beaten bores flesh coloured glow in the dark Christ-like Doors Here I sit drunken on the shores of East Haven The ocean waves, salt with fish-like smell, wash over me My legs are cleansed My body spent My mind rent and now I glow in the dark Blue-gold paint On the Shores of West Haven listening to a roar sitting drunk on the beach vomit here a little child there holding a magnet up to the light of the fly buzzers hearing without knowing dying without trying a little town dancing on the roof tops on the shores of West Haven sister city separated by more than distance more than religion more than morality more than God, you or I ever dreamed it could be yet still alone and without a friend without a dog with only a cigarette wondering why you are not here seeing illusions of you throughout the night thought you left and seeing engraved forever in my imagination never forget those moments quiet basement bliss experienced talking in the stories of the attic to you and you alone drink a toast of brewsky on the shores of West Haven On the Shores of North Haven Alone losing I'm society's whore Naked in the sand night's descent no alcohol tonight only misery No mirrors to see the sea, just my refracted, decieved, cracked, non-linear vision treats. Here's to all you out there who think you've found love and down goes the sea water and out goes the vomit on the shores of North Haven On the Shores of South Haven In love yet again with his reflection the man turns from the sea he turns from the beach and looks out to be heard no nightingales fill the air nor ecstacy factor considered valuable no longer alone yet still solitaire mention the mangler and you're only see broken teeth to leave, to leave, all want to leave and no one has issued, triumphantly their departure in fantastic spectacles save for this man he leaves while the rest wonder standing on the shores of South HavenWritten October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 05:50 AM PST, Michael Edward London    spiritual