I will try to write in
Tongues for this
Zazzing soul
Bleja m cazania
Vurvalesh li yexta quez
Svolet svolte sovelt
Vurvalesh m vurvalesh
Friday, March 27, 2009
Poltergeist 02/?/93
If you were to haunt my house
Would I be driven to the pew?
Would I seek a reader for my palm
a tarot deck or Ouija board?
I dreamed that you were haunting me
You rattled chains upon the floor
Made of tile in the bathroom as I soaped and soaked my head
And although you were a ghost
I let you watch
I dreamed that you were haunting me
I slowly cooked an egg and you
Hid behind the door as I
Padded to the couch in boxer
Shorts and running shoes and
Handkerchief upon my head
I dreamed that you were haunting me
You held the pen up to my face
I do not believe in ghosts and yet
My muse you have become you have become
And you float through the wall
Out to the cold and icy wind
Which buffets you about because
You are not weighted down your
Chains are made of mist and
Not of steel
If ever you would haunt my house
I shall seek a church and pray
And I shall stick my tongue
Right through the screen to find
A nun who feels the same and
So was forced to haunt me all this time
But would come right through the
Box and forgive me all my sins
And gain her body back so she'll
No longer have to haunt me with her soul
Would I be driven to the pew?
Would I seek a reader for my palm
a tarot deck or Ouija board?
I dreamed that you were haunting me
You rattled chains upon the floor
Made of tile in the bathroom as I soaped and soaked my head
And although you were a ghost
I let you watch
I dreamed that you were haunting me
I slowly cooked an egg and you
Hid behind the door as I
Padded to the couch in boxer
Shorts and running shoes and
Handkerchief upon my head
I dreamed that you were haunting me
You held the pen up to my face
I do not believe in ghosts and yet
My muse you have become you have become
And you float through the wall
Out to the cold and icy wind
Which buffets you about because
You are not weighted down your
Chains are made of mist and
Not of steel
If ever you would haunt my house
I shall seek a church and pray
And I shall stick my tongue
Right through the screen to find
A nun who feels the same and
So was forced to haunt me all this time
But would come right through the
Box and forgive me all my sins
And gain her body back so she'll
No longer have to haunt me with her soul
The Religion I Have Chosen 02/?/93
The religion I have chosen is
based in notes and words and
thought and drugs and beer
and kneecaps and strollers
filled with babies, nowhere are
there angels hopping proud
from cloud to cloud or standing
plucking harps in eerie lit
repose so I've never cowed or
bowed before those dancing fits
of fancy and I shake because you
make and break an angel out of me.
based in notes and words and
thought and drugs and beer
and kneecaps and strollers
filled with babies, nowhere are
there angels hopping proud
from cloud to cloud or standing
plucking harps in eerie lit
repose so I've never cowed or
bowed before those dancing fits
of fancy and I shake because you
make and break an angel out of me.
If I Was Dying Of Disease 02/?/00
If I was dying of disease
There is but one thing I ask
One thing I ask before
I pass into the dirt
That you come into the room
And put your legs over my life
And take my life inside
So that a little part of me
Could come out of you again
And could stare at you with
Eyes that are really mine
There is but one thing I ask
One thing I ask before
I pass into the dirt
That you come into the room
And put your legs over my life
And take my life inside
So that a little part of me
Could come out of you again
And could stare at you with
Eyes that are really mine
Pain 02/?/00
A legging leopard leapt
And clawed and licked and fucked
And soaked up all the sun
Just like a sponge
And then she bit my lips off
With a kiss
Because she knew that I could
Talk just with my eys
And clawed and licked and fucked
And soaked up all the sun
Just like a sponge
And then she bit my lips off
With a kiss
Because she knew that I could
Talk just with my eys
Exquisite 02/?/00
I am not allowed to touch
the rock that I must roll
forever and a day and
watch it slowly make its
way between two hills
before resting softly in
their U.
the rock that I must roll
forever and a day and
watch it slowly make its
way between two hills
before resting softly in
their U.
Sacrifice: The Surface Of Salvation Or The Unwilling God's Lament (02/?/93)
I'll see you at the other end
My coat of arms pinned on my back
It is my history my place
My destiny my face
My coat of arms is not just black
And white it's also red
I'll do you on the other side
My t-shirt is my shroud
These letters piled letters
I shall send will be so loud
They will sink without a trace
But you will hear those silent
Symphonies when I sing them to your face
I'll be there at the other end
When you rise up from the depths
The bubbles streaming quiet screaming
From your birthing soul
As you reach and suck
The air of life from my
Enormous iron lung and
I'll hover here forever to
See your open eyes at
The surface of my sea
Which I will have cried for you
My coat of arms pinned on my back
It is my history my place
My destiny my face
My coat of arms is not just black
And white it's also red
I'll do you on the other side
My t-shirt is my shroud
These letters piled letters
I shall send will be so loud
They will sink without a trace
But you will hear those silent
Symphonies when I sing them to your face
I'll be there at the other end
When you rise up from the depths
The bubbles streaming quiet screaming
From your birthing soul
As you reach and suck
The air of life from my
Enormous iron lung and
I'll hover here forever to
See your open eyes at
The surface of my sea
Which I will have cried for you
Hello My Old Companion 02/?/93
Hello my old companion
My friendly evil twin
My rival my survivor
My no incest sister sin
Put a skull around us and
We would make a brain
My beauty which I've always doubted
Is now so great that it astounds
The spill off from your own has
Carved me huge
Your beauty which you've always had
Was at once your curse and pride
It smooths the corners of buildings
It opens doors
But why? Why you say.
To feel your fingers on the handle
To turn it to the right
Would be nice instead of looking at
It from your chest and see it burst in
In in so wide
Hello again my ancient baby
My child is in my womb
You sprang from my head
You sprang from my head
And I came with you
We were both fully formed
You could kiss me to the cross
I could carry you so far
You could fuck me at the stake
A miracle a miracle
Here he is she has been born
Moses dropped the tablets because he
Saw your waist bent slightly to the
Right
And you, you have waited since the fall
You have even died a little death here and
There to remind yourself that I
Shall be the one to lick you with
The blade and watch in the mirror
As my head grows in its place we
Have been carved
My friendly evil twin
My rival my survivor
My no incest sister sin
Put a skull around us and
We would make a brain
My beauty which I've always doubted
Is now so great that it astounds
The spill off from your own has
Carved me huge
Your beauty which you've always had
Was at once your curse and pride
It smooths the corners of buildings
It opens doors
But why? Why you say.
To feel your fingers on the handle
To turn it to the right
Would be nice instead of looking at
It from your chest and see it burst in
In in so wide
Hello again my ancient baby
My child is in my womb
You sprang from my head
You sprang from my head
And I came with you
We were both fully formed
You could kiss me to the cross
I could carry you so far
You could fuck me at the stake
A miracle a miracle
Here he is she has been born
Moses dropped the tablets because he
Saw your waist bent slightly to the
Right
And you, you have waited since the fall
You have even died a little death here and
There to remind yourself that I
Shall be the one to lick you with
The blade and watch in the mirror
As my head grows in its place we
Have been carved
Your Heart Is Colder Than My Own I Think 02/?/93
Your heart is colder than my own I think
Somehow somehow somehow
But mine is older older older
Older than the cold
And you with your trellis of a body
Pricked with thorns but never scarred
Nestled up against that wall to deny
That the roots of your roses are
Really in the ground not up so high
A twisting turn of pleasure
An erotic hyper tense
A space of roses frozen
A thorn upon a lake makes
A scratch that is invisible from
Your knee on up up up
It's a scar upon the trellis
A scratch upon the plane
Which dissolves and then absolves
You are unscathed again
Sometimes your breasts are heavy
Sometimes they don't exist
Sometimes they're connected to your sight
Sometimes sometimes sometimes
Always there's the three
The triangle in the trellis
The corners of the globe
Which fold back and out and up
To reveal a pulsing stone
It's older than my heart which is
Older than the cold
And as it pulses it grows younger
The hunger hunger hunger hunger
Spills onto the stone
It lays there for an instant til
The next shudder the next pules
Then it lifts off in a cloud of steam
An evaporated eon
An ancient glow of time
This latticework this trellis
Has holes and spots to grip
And the roses slide right through
There is one vine one lengthy vine
You can see it once you try
It blooms up on the left your shoulder
And winds its way around your neck
And under your left arm and across
Your breasts which at this moment are
Connected to your eyes and slides back
Around your spine and once again it
Comes out from the tip of one thorn
Hovers o'er the place from where food first
Arrived and then it circles that volcanic
Spot and curls itself three times and the
Thorns do not get in each others way and they
Drink from the mist that rises up and up
From the evaporating time
Somehow somehow somehow
But mine is older older older
Older than the cold
And you with your trellis of a body
Pricked with thorns but never scarred
Nestled up against that wall to deny
That the roots of your roses are
Really in the ground not up so high
A twisting turn of pleasure
An erotic hyper tense
A space of roses frozen
A thorn upon a lake makes
A scratch that is invisible from
Your knee on up up up
It's a scar upon the trellis
A scratch upon the plane
Which dissolves and then absolves
You are unscathed again
Sometimes your breasts are heavy
Sometimes they don't exist
Sometimes they're connected to your sight
Sometimes sometimes sometimes
Always there's the three
The triangle in the trellis
The corners of the globe
Which fold back and out and up
To reveal a pulsing stone
It's older than my heart which is
Older than the cold
And as it pulses it grows younger
The hunger hunger hunger hunger
Spills onto the stone
It lays there for an instant til
The next shudder the next pules
Then it lifts off in a cloud of steam
An evaporated eon
An ancient glow of time
This latticework this trellis
Has holes and spots to grip
And the roses slide right through
There is one vine one lengthy vine
You can see it once you try
It blooms up on the left your shoulder
And winds its way around your neck
And under your left arm and across
Your breasts which at this moment are
Connected to your eyes and slides back
Around your spine and once again it
Comes out from the tip of one thorn
Hovers o'er the place from where food first
Arrived and then it circles that volcanic
Spot and curls itself three times and the
Thorns do not get in each others way and they
Drink from the mist that rises up and up
From the evaporating time
Mostly Stares Are Full Of Noise 02/?/93
Mostly stares are full of noise
Static prickling round
But this was a laconic stare
It didn't make a sound
Two points of the body
From which open folds and folds
Specks expanding smaller still
Til a silence rises bold
Gold and gold more luscious gold
Secret legend never told
This should be enough
This secret silent gaze
This sonic and laconic shock
This cold remorseless blaze
It it's not then what will be?
Do I settle for the sky?
Can't you hear this nothing
Streaming from my charcoal eyes?
Quiet quiet sighs
Quiet quiet sighs
These should be enough
These should be enough
These quiet quiet sighs
Between our laconic sonic eyes
Static prickling round
But this was a laconic stare
It didn't make a sound
Two points of the body
From which open folds and folds
Specks expanding smaller still
Til a silence rises bold
Gold and gold more luscious gold
Secret legend never told
This should be enough
This secret silent gaze
This sonic and laconic shock
This cold remorseless blaze
It it's not then what will be?
Do I settle for the sky?
Can't you hear this nothing
Streaming from my charcoal eyes?
Quiet quiet sighs
Quiet quiet sighs
These should be enough
These should be enough
These quiet quiet sighs
Between our laconic sonic eyes
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