There's that spectre again
I stared too long into the vastness of the night sky
again
I ran too close to the bullshit Icarus archetype
only difference is
I been burnt for years.
centuries, possibly
(Intermission)
Their boots cracked against of the thickness of my skull
my right eye, (and most of that side of my face)
was gushing blood through a terrible hematoma
"FUCKIN' PUSSY"
"HEY, C'MON WOOD, HE'S BALLED UP"
"FUCKIN' PUNK ASS KID"
two guys kicking the shit of my friend and I
one guy from their crew remonstrating with them
They walked away,
I screamed something about wanting to kill them and they beat me
some more
(Intermission)
Dark room
so dark
Their are things that talk to me when I am trying to sleep
I think it's the bouyant voice of
the angels
though, here in the abscence of light I cannot see
Something cold grips my hand and I
weep some more
(Intermission)
A pathway now
dimly lit by a few candles here
and there
I think there is something evil beyond, but
no worry
so long as I don't let the candles go out
I see my idealized love upon a rock
her hair shifting, eyes glowing
body slipping out of it's loose garments
electric whisps of magic dart the air
as I fall in love
again
(Intermission)
The silent, reptillian mother of creation breaths softly
her cold shoulder to the world
She has just made love to me
I lay beside her in post-sexual revrie,
staring at the sky and
the splashing of the constellations
thinking about the way she would run her
tongue down the side of my neck
and claw me from the inside out
and about how we would both climax
and the earth
would lie utterly still and quiet
for several moments
(The stars extinguished forever)
Our father the sun
brutalized and cold
lies in the rain
the rivers of lash scars run across
his skin like an old treasure map
carved into stone
The shame of having allowed his children to be
humiliated and tortures
he...
at least is happy to be alone now
alone with his silent mother,
the earth
together, In exile
they blanket one another and kiss the wounds
upon each other's crowns
(dreams...)
"Too much time sitting upon rocks thinking about
rocks!!" the last riddle before
I awake
The Night Watch 