Fireflies and cream

A land where mysticity and beer flow in unison              
A dress drooping down a left breast doesn't get enough teeth              
Glances pour through the psyche like a firefly tail              
And legs, their edges can puncture the liver with psychotic patience.              
             
Once upon a time, a Sudanese toddler crawled through sands,              
rolling down a vulture's motionless eyeballs              
the remnant of the story dismembered itself before completion...              
Leaving behind Empty bottles, insanity pleas and a bass guitar.              
             
So here I am, lying on my bed,              
with a strain in my kidneys and a slither down my abdomen              
Imagining the barren soils my feet will kiss.              
             
Soon after, an asp began to excite Cleopatra's creamless summits    
A herd of red phalluses watched a goddess wither away            
A paint-brush found color in centuries of gravel              
And this mind uncovered a place to crash...in twenty-nine degrees of baby Berlin.