Delightfully dead – like the rain
Like you said – it’s all in vain
Mad and numb and thundered down
And there’s my face – mocking like a clown
Ugly me, the masks were better
Where’s my chain? Oh, where’s my fetter?
And then the fire, sacred and profane
And saints shall whistle to a God, insane
And light is mother and rain brings songs
And home is where my coffin belongs
Now let me dance with my twisted head
For hope is hatred and the trees are dead
Staring down the graves where corpses moan
Deep inside, there’s a telephone
That never rang for a thousand year
The gallows are galleries where blackbirds cheer
Holy books being read
Holy tears being shed
Holy wishes being wished
Holy cockroaches being squished
Dear reader, it’s hidden now
Dear preacher, take a bow
Dear doctor, your medicine cures
Dear monster, I'm all yours
Like I said, it’s all gone by
Close your ears – it’s all a lie!
Words are worthless and rhymes are fake
The snake ate the frog, but who ate the cake?
Torn pages and torn roots and torn flesh and torn blood and torn everything and torn nothing and everything and nothing and nothing and everything and thereby hangs a tale
Kings and Aces
Queens and Knaves
Dancing with the flame
Shameless, like shame
I know who you are
And everything else is a distant blur….
All these prayers…
From beneath the stairs
Honestly, who cares?
The dead moon masturbates
“Hey, you remember the pain of Resurrection as and when it happened?”
Nah, I was way too busy getting my pencil sharpened
“Do you remember anything else?”
Nothing, but for some distant ringing bells
And of a neonlit sign that read ‘Sex Sells’
And of a warrior princess named Sylvia Plath
And of a storm that left behind flowers in its aftermath
And of blood dripping from a bee-hive
And of a priest named Bob Dylan who died in 1965
And of a god named God who was nothing but a god
And of the Whore of Babylon whose breasts I pawed
And of those creatures of creation – inherently flawed
And of that August-Childhood-Rain that left me awed….
Okay, so now I’m trapped, never to be free
Look into my eyes – can you see me?
And now that all the vows are broken
You can take my love – it’s just a false token
And you can take whatever you want
Bread and butter, dick and cunt
And whatever else, as you may please
As for this breaking down – it’ll never cease…
Finally, it’s time to go
Beyond the pitch-black rainbow
You can either win, or you can lose
Or else, like me, you can choose not to choose…..