Chopped Lips

smacking her lips i know she can smell me the cab ride to the wrong town a fog ride through destiny territory territory hunter im the preditory recoil im no shrub chasing alice i am th chalice of jewels being spilled the elipse of thunder sat upon the high noon fortune omens whispering fortunes blood begins to boil double trouble icing in the middle wonder if thers an answer to my own riidle went through all this trouble double the mixture frog in a blender snake eye blood root virgin oil and no surrender chopped lips special sauce special sauce balancing plates on sticks the cat and the dog licking their chopsticks ready for their walk territory territory double dutch hot cross buns the visitors are coming and their gonna want more than one helping the circles in the pasture the headgame of the sky all the while out the window it passes my by these sideways glances of life where i look atmyself and ask am i justified? on the full moon the thirteen chosen open the boxes and ring the bells forever breaking the spell a feat of unequal measure first to get the boxes then the bells then the envelopes than to send it to 13 worthy selves chopped lips put up your dukes earl i need to know is it you making the wolf howl taught her to mask her teeth taught her to hunt how to act trade places and then be driven crazy by the game the play of emotional words and pets you make me sick and this ring a hungry man i become something left unsaid under your thumb chopped lips smacking her jaws licking her lips sleeping on the floor