Colossalangeles

In the beginning was The Lie

The Lie was good

Colossalangeles strode the verdant fields he'd imagined only then

and plucking fragrant flowers from therein

he sighed and gave it all a name

Losangelopolis

Losangelopolis

Your sky's an unseen green screen

Losangelopolis

Zippy wonderland of scabs and tufts of hair

Losangelopolis

Thereís a there here

I swear dear

Bored by the swirling backlit mists of nimble fabrication

He sighs once more

Summoned thus his supplicants crawl westward

with hearts of scar

and heads of solid bone

Eager to be cruelly crushed

beneath his mighty smirk

His name slips between their lips as the black blood drips

Colossalangeles

Behold

An impossibly tall blonde negress beckons

Seized by her sultry baritone you swoon

Colossalangeles smiles

Behold

La Brea is seeping itís seeking its prize

Another pudgy little forearm

sinks to future fossilhood

tattoos, tendons and all

Colossalangeles winks

Out here no one can hear you scream

They're all screaming too

Inside your head he leans in close and whispers

Out here the light is so damned good

The light is so damned good

Colossalangeles awaits you in the bushes

A diagram of dirt

Bottlecaps, twigs, smoldering chicken bones

The whimper of the sacrificial rat is out of sync

with the clatter of its tiny yellow teeth

Cassolaca Losacala Collosala

Colossalangeles