Oh, to the world, miracles only
exist in dream
I have retired in me the ways of old
and recieve the visions of solitary poetic madness
With the work, spewing jokes,
Whisper songs, prayer to eternity of Life
A good gag it was, too! Ha
Quietly into the night
Now, to smoke and think of all the things...
Mosquitos--but I shall not grant them death
This evening
Let them drink my blood
Who am I to stop a creature from his meal!
All the powders lined in rows
Little children see...idolize us
I am torn and think maybe its a good thing
This season is far from over
All the blocks of poetry
rebuild themselves--
--rejuvinated with great force
after the attack of
my lost princess...
And in their longing for death (words assemble)
they became but a whisper
and sang to the worms
waiting for the time to be right
MY MOST VULNERABLE HOUR!
The room was darkened as I slipped away
into ecstatic states of forgiveness
And I had recorded all the
lamentful psalms and read them to myself today
They once again breathed
a new birth
But the ancients are the ones
I'm worried about...
Damned in life, reviered in Death
You will be martyred, my dear boy
And theres nothing you can do about it!
I crave death but do not seek his dark robes
like the days of my youth--those days--
The spider crawled from the pipe
once we finished smoking...
This my proof for being damned
Omens
Suicidal sex-games with wicked women!
(Murder, Near life)
But the bastard is alive and well
I promise you
I was burned and the sorrow evaporated
through the bubbling skin
on my arms...can you dig it?
Marco Polo brought them
Hashish
The Chinese brought them
Opium
Pablo Escabar brought me
Cocaine
The Italian Mafia brought me
Heroin
(and I am all the richer for having
known such a beast)(no greater death in isles)
Fall now into the hands of a shimmering midnight
Where I seek the words of a future
seemingly so far away...
exist in dream
I have retired in me the ways of old
and recieve the visions of solitary poetic madness
With the work, spewing jokes,
Whisper songs, prayer to eternity of Life
A good gag it was, too! Ha
Quietly into the night
Now, to smoke and think of all the things...
Mosquitos--but I shall not grant them death
This evening
Let them drink my blood
Who am I to stop a creature from his meal!
All the powders lined in rows
Little children see...idolize us
I am torn and think maybe its a good thing
This season is far from over
All the blocks of poetry
rebuild themselves--
--rejuvinated with great force
after the attack of
my lost princess...
And in their longing for death (words assemble)
they became but a whisper
and sang to the worms
waiting for the time to be right
MY MOST VULNERABLE HOUR!
The room was darkened as I slipped away
into ecstatic states of forgiveness
And I had recorded all the
lamentful psalms and read them to myself today
They once again breathed
a new birth
But the ancients are the ones
I'm worried about...
Damned in life, reviered in Death
You will be martyred, my dear boy
And theres nothing you can do about it!
I crave death but do not seek his dark robes
like the days of my youth--those days--
The spider crawled from the pipe
once we finished smoking...
This my proof for being damned
Omens
Suicidal sex-games with wicked women!
(Murder, Near life)
But the bastard is alive and well
I promise you
I was burned and the sorrow evaporated
through the bubbling skin
on my arms...can you dig it?
Marco Polo brought them
Hashish
The Chinese brought them
Opium
Pablo Escabar brought me
Cocaine
The Italian Mafia brought me
Heroin
(and I am all the richer for having
known such a beast)(no greater death in isles)
Fall now into the hands of a shimmering midnight
Where I seek the words of a future
seemingly so far away...
