Kick

There's a demon on the razor

sucking on the blade

I meet him on the freeway

and I hug him in the shade

His white forktail

is caught inside my nose

And my black and blue eyes

twitch spastic toes

As I slither

up the tap-dance hill

up the tap-dance hill

And feel the crushing

of imaginations glow

Into the crudest things

a man can know

There's a ring struck through my nose!

A cord is laying on the mirror's shine!

Put it through the ring

and lead me round and down

While I believe I'm high,

I believe I'm high

Snuffle

When I breathe. Writhe me in

These clouds of shame.

Again! Again! Again!

And then I stop

I am the animal I know I am

I flush away this powder with the ****.

And I rise - an eagle-winged assassin,

The murderer of custom and of habit

I flush away this funny powder with the ****.

I'm a breathing rose!

An eagle-winged assassin

a breathing

The murderer of custom and of habit

I stand free.

I step free!

This me!

I stand free.