Pizza Alley

Keep it classy Key to Pizza Alley Weaving traffic in a overheating taxi In Lima Tickets to liberate the center pitch surrender To a witch doctor pouring amphibians out the blender Underneath a glowing purple Christ Perfect surf, curl up and die Cobblestone alone a masterclass in open world design I came from the wasteland in featherlight trail pants Fuchi off the ant trail Inca trail mailman Failed in every hemisphere Show me the ambrosia Maybe ghost into the coca leaf and holy heliconia We're shaman out to zombify undocumented expats High and writing ayahuasca letters back to Melmac Dear friends Send help yesterday Yours true, condor, puma, serpiente Talk rap albums over alpaca medallions With metalheads who traffic magic flowers from the mountains To the houses of the holy I toke into that sacred valley Balance so you don't expel omega fatty acids The strays in the plaza look happier than my neighbors They answer to Paddington Bear in waders It's amazers What ship, what shore? I grew up writing riddles under bridges in New York Now I travel like a highwayman who whispers to his horse Sharing stories out of winter Trying to trigger something pure From "dying on the vine" to "it's alive and indivisible" To "how'd I get this far without a bindle full of crystal skulls?" Cozy local woven goods Beat a chit for people you have never met or spoken to But know they'll need to hold Peru Throw a couple logs on the fire There's a chimney in San Blas where you can hear Baby Dayliner Bouncing softly off the navy blue April showers, paper moon Run the light and beat the drum And smoke the dope and raid the tomb Pay no mind to the bygones Find him a strange hill to die on Never let me die on a regular hill Never let me die on a regular hill Pay no mind to the bygones Find him a strange hill to die on Never let me die on a regular hill Never let me die on a regular hill Never let me die on a regular hill Never let me die on a regular hill The local homie blow smoke on his wounds And talk about the jungle like it's always in the room You went shooting lumens out of a canoe into the ruins Silly putty for some otherworldly woo-woo to influence Ooo it's a, strange bouquet Not today's soup eh? Rubber boots and tumbo juice and tarantula toupee Canopy going ham over camp in a feuding biome Mostly tauntings row-row-rowing the wrong way into the diode Fry the banana Heart of palm ribbons Fish from the river Sauces made of citrus On a screen porch pimpled after dark with frogs and lizards When high as hell they might as well be Mothras and Godzillas It's awesome Peer into the spirit quest spellbound Three to one machete yelling back into the hell-mouth You hit the labyrinth an ambassador of peace and love You might return with the root of your superego plunged The river boils when it sees me The river boils when it sees me The river boils when it sees me The river boils when it sees me "Electric eels killed two of my best friends" Said the local to the gringo Then dove in off the pirogue In a cloud of smoky mapacho They bought him from Iquitos Mosquitoes on the wall of the Amazonian ethos Off to bounce a light off any hairy eyeball in the basin Wild pig, owl, baby caiman Coral snakes that drape down from the timbers Like the six fingers of Satan They only speak in S's You cannot get an "amen" I told my darkest secrets to a pair of fuchsia dolphins The doozy out in Paris The futures I had squandered They whispered something to me I will bear unto my coffin "What's apparent via Occam is despondency as common" We traded numbers and made off into the pond scum Humming Muddy Waters Motherfucker, I am on one Earth, wind, fire, and papaya We fly with the poison arrow We dive with the arapaima Look The river boils when it sees me The river boils when it sees me The river boils when it sees me The river boils when it sees me When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid on the spirit, aching for the light And when embracing the horizon, it pours on us a black day which is sadder than any night