All Pidgins Sent to War Palace of Adrenaline V. and E.E.

all pidgins sent to you
were carrying tales of war
kissed your heart on the floor of the trade center
so faithful adrenaline
dragging your feet
tranquil, self contained, you solve nothing
even maniacs disappear on the grandest of streets
where silver works with gold and adrenaline tools
sings beautifully, burnt out retinas
sailed in on adrenaline, lungs collapsing
your name is elegy and you cry it in your sleep
no blue amphetamines will not distract me
still wanted to see when his nerve breaks it will be
money give it half a chance, here will come lonely
"here come lonely here comes the blues."