While darkness falls down on Georgia

what am I...
0.32 seconds of lightnin'
over sizzling village aesthetics
burnin' the barn
where sleeplessness
whines
as scorchin' as the chicken in the
decomposed
sky
or an outtake from Mr. Waits
while darkness falls down on Georgia...

what am I...
3 or 5 seconds of fakir void
inside some 'bam based hooker's
fornicated in satin
& then suffocated
visage
ironed & steamed
& passin' through locked doors
only
while darkness falls down on Georgia...

what am I...
a Mexican breakfast regular
nicotine/water
aficionado
throwin' knives at the dim bar's corner
barfliely silent
Keaton
type
keen on the maddest chicks
only
while darkness falls down on Georgia...

what am I...
feels like standin' on top of the fire
burnin' out angel's hair
entrails
spillin' out all neurone grape
while roamin' away on a one-legged
mule
just like the mule I am
pullin' a red car crashin'
at midnight
while darkness falls down on Georgia...