Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Epimanes

Right the six fingered thief
on fours as if they were two
an empty house bleeds promise
worshiped from the inside
A thousand stings across the always opened wound
For Hell's sweetest symphony swings

The Nightingale choking on its rose
no sacrifice too big
for every hole a microphone
for every babe a vacuum
the long fanged Matron and we all find zero
onward human onward

On to every last twitch and jerk
with no sympathy or reveal
promise penance later to late
as all shines is truth
Your greatest escape is in holding
Prey for prayer
sits cross legged staring into a mirror
How are you doing here

Hells silver swoon and foreign grace
What Jesus
venereal retrograde
houses illicit product
Cancerous Capricorns seduced by fear and pardoned by ghosts
seizures divided into dulled eyes
march like you mean it

Sing out loud Megiddo
Dirt versus Soil
Reality versus Real
for faces never stopping
spraying static excuses molded into the skin of approval
masturbate your inner child
you are not so forgiven

God does not want you to believe
This is where no soul can tread
as elusive as true self
yours would be better served mute
Wealthy and honored by the pitted and contemptuous
What can you see through the human cataract
All beauty shall be reconstituted for the sake of you

Alien to temperance modesty and permanence
grasping half heartily at faint whispers
once so innocent and ready
almost there now switch the channel please
moist and ripe rape and art
louder and vague will be the twin heralds
Gog and Magog

Sing out loud Megiddo
and every word you speak
drunk on stones and jagged rocks
what heroes are found within
let us power a world with engines made of spleen
in flight by blind design
now every ghost will take shape
and know your name