Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Lion Rhymes

Lion-man, take the streets
Weeping for the dust
Lion man, they read out loud
From books of gold and lust

Your cage is strong, your claws are long
And pilgrims throng the tombs
Lion-man, hear them chant
Words lost in wombs

Lion-man, shadows heave
Bolting sky through sky
For the moon is down
The sun’s a clown
And angry arrows fly

Lion-man, heed the spring
And heed the cherry tree
For the stabs they stab in guts of heart
Are ever and never to be

Lion-man, pastel hues
Touches wilt in frost
For the war he fights
On lonely nights
Is meant for the truly lost

Lion-man, you know my name
Your coat of arms has blood
For both of us had lost our oars
before it came – the flood.

Your cup of gold, they’re filling it
With poison till the brim
Lion-man, I cheer for
the drowned, as they swim.

Lion-man, you saw the child
You saw the bomb of god
But did you see Homer, blinded
by his very own nod?

Lion-man, your iron mask
Our duel wasn’t true
For water flowed like water flows
And left its traces too

And through those traces
I tracked them down –
Food for the loveless lore
For salt and chance had tricked us both
into this lonesome shore 

So now we play our games of chess
And sign our benign pacts
Lion-man, sing to me
of dreams and other facts.

And now we glide from death to death
Begging for some rain
Lion-man, his hands are full
Of all that is to remain

Lion-man, take my soul
Turn it into gold
And then I’ll know what to do
When everything else gets sold

Lion-man, the knife’s so sharp
The steel’s so cold, my fright,
Every ladder leads to snakes
Through blinding streaks of light

Lion-man, Lion-man,
The shadows sing a song
Of matter, spirit and other places
where I do not belong.

Lion-man, when the music stops
And the disease hits the stars
Hold a mirror to my face
And show to me my scars

Lion-man, clouds come home
Like birds lost in mist
Close the rivers, close the eyes
where veins & highways twist

Lion-man, this treasure-hunt
Shall toll our mad death knells
But Lion-man shall ever live
In endless fairy tales

Lion-man, he eats the clocks
He shits them out as time
And then he eats this poem of mine
pissed by the lousy rhyme. 

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