Behind the Counter

Corrode the middleman
corresponding to the cool
railroad ties of the present
indigestion, Same has his boys
waiting on the game, it's so loud,
thinking is harder than usual
impossible like usual,
sparkling hydroplane realities
continue as per the cost
per hour $25/to retire,
up to the equation
on the following line
Oh, my heart skips a beat
the radio rewinds
tortuously back-to-back
back to office report in
failure is on the horizon,
sandwiched between opposing
universes, and the grand stand
gold glowing speaker speakering
speaker cells for the fools to mount
the culling stead
TRAVEL ON THE BRAIN WAVES
FUCKING dark CORNERS
unbelievable -- irreversible 
climbing backwards on only 
GOLDEN tether
Last map of last purity
milky way galaxy galazy
we've knot yet scorched
wantonly,
a finger taps a table
with a mouth got
something to say
unheard over the mulling
rolling mouths of untalk
unthought pulsing earless
wurlds--through the galactic
windzzz--
She can't listen, tho,
kno, Sam can't hear,
it's a set up, get up,
get out now,
ANY WAY YA KEN,
I'm straight-jacketed,
won't return, can't remain
an almost familiar lost sound
on forgotten wind--