basquiat's janus are you not afraid of the space behind your eyes? upon judgement, rests the scales of the telltale heart dress in venetian's finest and we dance darling, starling, whore, inamorati the throes of your throat are orchestral play me a song in the room of our beating hearts exposed brick renaissance there is no joy in this smile every man has 3 faces the comedy the tragedy and the truth salty joints of a paper maché page bitter tears and pointed perspiration a child learning the tines on a moratorium rake the keys never matter as much as the lock pirouetted marionetted ginger snap crackle crumble keebler dirt cookies and tobacco crossroads snake oil throughfare salesman baby boy perched on the gates heads or tails, en pointé coins never fall tap top boom bap swoop bang do wop bungee me a bald faced, bare faced bastard chaos is too easy when the tides retreat, the greed of an oyster, will choke on open air shucking in sand dollars, jiving on a pearl only salt and grit remain you're only worth, as much as your pain apprentice of the liminal chariot of the fourth mask cashier of the halfway the pendulum always oscillates to the revolution the beauty of the doorway is the fear before it opens