my dreams are black lions at midnight -
lapping up crocodile water.
lapping up crocodile water.
crocodile's not hungry
but he listens. through his cold blooded filter
but he listens. through his cold blooded filter
he can sense
lion’s beef with hyena
lion’s beef with hyena
my dreams ride on ripples
--herds, prides and basks--
collude as they pass through
one another
one another
like nothing
incredible’s happened
hyenas conspire to increase through
subversive signs of submission
priapic bitches! the future is fluid
nothing’s loved
or trusted along
the bank
of the lake
or trusted along
the bank
of the lake
where the black lion drinks
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