SK*sk*sk*SK
in the dappled light of winged genius
at the threshhold of divine tombs
we ask but how can gods themselves die ?
we call into the darkness of humanity
we search each others universe for signs of a faintest life……
come on the time being will lead the way !
we thrash that way and this
djungle of words rapped around my calves
something has lured us into a long entropy
we sail overhead embezzled by the stars themselves
baby we will explode in one million pieces over peru
i have separated within my own skin in spades
i lay down my suits solemnly i know god watches what i do
my mind my ally my mind my traitor
my mouth is a liar when it smiles like galilee
my angular ocean
scarlet says daddy i want to walk on that water
even in a poem i smile sadly
to see her disappear over the horizon
my spirit fled to some warm extinguishment
my soul roasted clean in some freezing fire
my futures dealt out into the hands of the players
the journey has barely begun and it seems we have arrived
an elaborate interweaving network of impossible coincidenci
an imitation of some great titans intent
my words are either meaningless or hold a huge important truth
only in this world could both conditions be said to be fulfilled
i have pulled an endless array of things from head
can it be a dismal emptiness now envelopes me…?
i have excavated right through to my last life
i thump on the walls of this cell for the past to hear
who am i and who have i been……?
my velvet voice returns a mockery of itself
my magic flares up in my basalt face
and scorches my alabaster hands
half on half off
half man half beast
half creature half angel
in one hand nothing
in the other everything
in the other everything is exactly nothing
and poetry and mathematics and art and love
are ambiguous plates we juggle till they smash
i wield this tiny painful power
i would rather have a great fortune and be stupid
i would rather drift in my ice blue pool with the iq of a moth
i would rather sleep in my deep bed dumb as any river
i would rather live on my enchanted isle off italys lovely coast
i am content with great riches and the crushed beauties thereabouts
i am ready for castles cognac and the adriatic sun brings morphine morning
inure me to philosophy and the search for meaning in a meaningless world
give me bottomless goblets of the sweetest nepenthe
i am like a beggar about to turn into odysseus himself
i bequeath winter to my friends in absentia delicto
i leave my nebulous gifts to buffoons and sad lovers
i direct my affairs from beyond and off sure
life is as i always suspected a lethal necrotic business
dog eat dog eat man eat world eat moon eat stars
why do you care what i say….i’m just a punter like thyself
white hippy moses in the vale of tears in the shadow of death
get across it!