THE BEST OF KINGS

theres a thickness in the taste
thats like alchemy like medicine
and
it
slides
       d
         o
          w
          n
         the 
back of my throat
like a toxic oyster

but i feel like the best of kings

and im walking up the bottle shop
just walking up the bottle shop
for beers and blended scotch 
in 
the 
afternoon love film sunshine
feeling like the best of kings

and i might be sick any minute
and my mouth fills with saliva
and my head might burst open
and i feel like i been kicked
hard in my hollow guts
by
an
angry
cloven 
hoof

but still i feel like the best of kings
walking up the bottle shop
just walking up the bottle shop
like im on a catwalk
and i look down
and my dog-arse clothes
look just right just perfect 
creased up impeccable
and all the hatchback traffic
is right is proper
is clean and sweet as gta
and i cant talk
i dont think i can talk
if
i
open
my
mouth
there will be a panting wave of drool

so i swallow
i swallow and gurn
like i got hairballs
but i still feel like the best of kings
and i wonder how
i will ask
for the thousand hundred
marlboro lights
i
will
surely
need

but i dont worry
i cant worry
because i am the best of kings
each step is accelerated poetry
robot perfect and james dean cool
and
too
im
v ii b r aa t ii n g
like a tuning fork
like a buddhist
inside my streetside 
plastic zen

and a part of me
that never goes along
wonders if i get this high
as
a
solid
justifiable
irrefutable
excuse
to spend the next twelve hours

drinking myself
back down

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