explorations beyond the velvet veil

the night is dark

but you already fucking know that

my point is that there is no point at all

 

still i sat enthralled

midnight movie at amc

creature from the black lagoon

now i’m roaming after my version of noon

 

the heroine is julia adams and i’m the buffoon

who watches the handsome hero win her love

late night of the last dove

in the 50s the evil must always be killed

 

in high school all i wanted was to be loved

but one day i learned about this thing called perception

that there is nothing that is true

only what we perceive to be true

and no one is going to love you

unless you are something that they would want to love

 

late night of the last dove

the white feathers are a one piece bathing suit

and a creature that only reacts to need

without philosophy

a mindless beast

you and me?

cause i’m not convinced the stars’ final embrace

was happily ever after

 

just a concept that we should always stay together

because someone somewhere said that’s how all love should be

 

while i waited in line for the movie

some guy sold me a few flakes from his mushroom

and now it is really starting to win

i am a cloud

and the night is a wind

and i have no control over where it will send me

 

julia adams is in the 50s

and i have no idea where i am

only that the late night of the last dove is not with me

and time travel never has a happy ending

all the bars are closed

l. a. is in repose

if love is to be found

it’s not in the expanse of a mushroom cloud

 

and i’m tripping on the window display

a huge statue of the virgin mary

with all kinds of lights and colors

 

or maybe the display is unlit

and i’m a song writer looking for another hit

but the record companies just aren’t buying

 

in the 80s we called this frying

i’ve no clue what they call it today

nothing and i mean nothing is in decay

and i don’t care if she is a starlet

or a woman struggling with her weight

arms around me is the fate

i dream is destiny

 

i think i’m going to hitchhike to the desert

and take peyote with the coyotes

because no paragraph matters

not even an obituary

if it doesn’t state who he is survived by

 

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