snippetkissed her, kissed herstatic system stuck to blistered skinecstatic, sister give me back my memories of sin--unstuck, the trickster. tick the billettake the ballot; let me in.
Shift PhaseWake. The change has come.Rise from your bed and breathe in:the smell of incenseand the sea (a landlockedcity). Is it notthe light of dawn that hoversat the edge of sky?Southeast has spun noall the world has spun.Directions are no longermeaningful. Take holdthe railing, venture down tostreet. The morning rushbegins, unheeding of theshift, the altering;the fabric of the world isirrevocablyunpicking at the seams. Wake:breathe it in. You arethe only witness amongmyriads of men.In this blind land, your one eyemakes you nothing morethan dizzy royalty, thanking. Remember this and weep.
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Delirium there is sand in my mouthgrit, thick swollen grainsand her iron heel upon my throat. hot caresses - I shiver and toss, tangled sheets soaked in sweat.her breath burns and abrades as I fall through the fabric of dream psychedelic, oh yes she is codeine and bodily fluids on boil.my avatar scrabbles and digs
SailorPerhaps when I die I will fallFrom the whipping mastRight into the jagged mawOf our old shadow, sharkHis ancient jawWill crush my aching bonesAnd inside my last view is crimsonPerhaps when I die I will sinkThrough the rotten boardsDown to the sodden bedOf our devoted wet-nurse, seaWater like leadWill push me hold me downTill all is black and then is not at allPerhaps when I die I will floatFrom the fragile deckSkim upon the nauseous wavesBeneath the solid skyThe sun engravesHis name upon my weary fleshAnd I will close my eyes beneath the white horizon
Blood TideThe blood tide washes red upon the shoreAnd every fisherwoman stays her nets.One man of war will not return from war.The sea knocks on the cliffs as though a doorThey gather on the beach with bated breaths.The blood tide washes red upon the shore.The merwomen perform their ghostly scoreUndying ocean messengers of death.One man of war will not return from war.Await the name of he who breathes no moreBlown by the wind till here it comes to restThe blood tide washes red upon the shore.One wife falls down upon the sandy floorThe rest breathe out their song is not sung yetOne man of war will not return from war.The mermaids turn and disappear once moreThe sea remains a sign: until sunsetThe blood tide washes red upon the shore.One man of war will not return from war.
My LadyMy ladys ever clothed and cloaked in darkSuffused into the shadows in the woodsWhere men take silver swords and watch for death.The things they fear wont look her in the eyeShe lives beneath the banner of the nightBut does not bow to it, nor anyone.My lady speaks to nobody save oneWho meets her in the courtyard after darkAnd asks to be delivered to the nightAnd understand what lurks within the woods.Shell teach a willing student, eye to eyeBut only those survive who fear not death.My ladys on familiar terms with death.She brings her pupils to it one by oneAnd those who dare to look it in the eyeWill never ever after fear the darkOr need to tread with caution in the woodsFor we are also promised to the night.My ladys in your courtyard on this nightTo see if youre prepared to swear till deathAnd after, if youre ready for the woods.And if you are then all you need is oneSmall drop to ease the hunger of that darkAbyss that wa
Labyrinth SoupIntriguing teeth and tongueand strains of sinew in the throatand echoes of vibrations in the shellcreate some kind of meaning: make a note.That wasnt what I meant to say at all.Speak not lest ye be spoken to-No, no, epigrammatic/to the point/concisePerhaps oh, pithy. So I thoughtin wavelengths, no, no, no, precise!We fool ourselves to think this can be taught.The pages dust your cheekbones gently as youclose your eyes. I trip downstairs and they are madeof letters. Then its night. We stalk the wild thesauri fortheir bony terminology and typeset hides. They fadeinto the trees and let loose their loquacious roar.So follow carefully and dont step off the track:the trees are hungry and the woods will never lose.Id rather (something like a letter or a wolf) define our stepsthan perish in the branches of the iron muse.We disregard the bloody message written as we slept.Relax. Now all thats left is (swallow/dine/devour)knock bac
Bone WeatherIts the smell of the rain Bm(Im lucid) EmIts midnight again AmHey didnt we do this yesterday? CYou never complainIts stupidIve lost it againI swear I had something good to sayChorusFoggy days, cloudy nights Bm EmSpotless sky, all in white Bm EmMaybe it's just me G EmBlinkers on the brain AmOn the brain CThe regular painCan't lose itBone weather againWhatever the jack-in-the-box proclaimsIts the smell of the rainIm lucidIts midnight againAnd again and again and again and againYou never complain AmYou never complain CChorusHey why wont it rainIts brewingAll over againWhy try to deny the mess we madeIt's midnight againI'm stewingHumidity reignsThe sky is in masquerade, yeahChorusAnd you never complain, no GYou never complain CTell me why do we do this again?