Crooked Confessions

Nothing beyond the frozen tide

No gods to rule, no laws to abide

Nowhere to flee, too dark to hide

Just don't look

And don't open that book


Nothing but the river

Burning, cold, fever

A million years staring down

A million faces, to smile and frown

A million races, each with its crown

You can sink, but you won't drown


The death sky, the sewage pipe

The snake so naked, the apple so ripe

Spectres shout - "all the best!"

Sceptre says - "I need to rest..."


Talking to my eyes before the light

Take off those colours, they're too bright !

And light stood naked there

Didn't know, didn't care....


Breaks his silence, and then he utters:

"I need to sleep, in the gutters"

Nothing makes sense

Except self-defence


Bethlehem

Gave me shame

And nights are dead

And lights shall fade

And I am made

Of sand and dust

Of flesh and lust

Of brick and stone

Of prick and bone

And of everything that screams

And of everyone who dreams

And facilis descensus Averni

(Though it's easier to climb the sky)

And verily, I say unto thee -

Well that's enough, I need to pee

My 33-generation-forefathers' forefingers

Created this ripple, this ripple lingers

And two drops of rain

And two drops of pain

And everything that's pure

For my eyes to cure



Finally,

It's melancholy

And the mist-engulfed train

Enters the gambling den

And I gamble with my pen

And count my loss and gain...

And before my table, it becomes a snake

And now I gamble, with my flesh at stake....

And I throw my dice

For the star that dies

For the sun to rise

To melt the ice

From my eyes

For Him to Rise,

For the ring she buys

For the fleeting highs

Of Divine surmise -

That schizophrenic surprise

Of my unfelt sighs

And those untold lies -

Of pathos in disguise ...

Just to sympathise

With the skies......

And the last kite that flies...

Heavenwards

Blessed by bards

Cursed by birds

Stringed by words

That bite and sting

And yet, does sing

Like bells that ring

For the rain to bring

Everything....




And what happens next?

Are the dead gods vexed?

And the saints oversexed?


Well, I guess that you already knew

That I'll bring nothing for you

Save that hope - of something new....

And those flames leaping up

And the poison from my cup,

Or the left-overs, at least...

Well, I'm sorry, I just forgot that you exist.....



Wait, was it you, or was it just your smile?

Never mind, move on, I lose my way for a while

So now you've won the bet

For I didn't wait....



Chew me up, Gulp me down, Shit me out

My shadow, my penumbra and my doubt

Poisons to breed and cancers to sprout

Needs to need and shouts to shout

Seeds to seed and enemies to route

Fevers to rave and rules to flout

Shivers to wave and to ask about

The one who fought the final bout....



I'm a Cloud even today, though

I don't wear Trousers now,

Trousers are out of stock, you know

And I've lost my old pair somehow....


And, well, never mind, just forget it

Busy-Street, Easy-Meat, Holy-Shit...