veni vidi vici
the agony of exile my friends
i spend my time by the pools and the naiads of neptune street
alone doing yoga i contemplate material nature
reality separated from itself a hairline fracture
the gnawing rats
the click of a mouse
thru the thinnest skin taking it all in
there is the ocean here is the sky
on saturday night i’m in my room
able to do anything instead i do nothing
inertia and a slightly shivery feeling have chosen me
but i move along quietly wondering what it all means
apollo withdraws into night drawing down clouds for his hood
the crystal green ocean thrashes listlessly at the blonde sand
i hear the swinging wind bringing winter elegy
the poets of before always seemed to be talking to me
oh sweet baby Virgil that cat had it in for me..!
when i abruptly refocus the jolt is like hitting a wall
sinking from within a fall
every night i surrender to that lady sleep
there is nothing we do not share
i walk along the barren shore
in my dream filled with dread
the birds whirl in the sky
crow black on bluest velvet delicates
the mind is like a desert blooming now and again
ha i’m walking down an endless corridor again
inside where its always warm and dark
inside there is a room filled with love
next door tiny blue vishnu dwells and watches on
where beast man angel intersect on all the planes
the point of rapture the point of pain
the swimming image or some blurry figure in the rain
my world of seawater days and the terns and the rays
the victor brays and the loser mauls
where the names of the men who were killed in all the wars on the walls
come salt wind blow their memory away so they can be free
in the right light it is like Corinth or maybe Thessaly
the garden of the dawn a trespasser castles his pawn
the tangling flowers of light say goodnight from the night
vault of spacious emptiness sleep
window of forgiveness sleep
yeah andrenochrome sleep
down in the chasm of the schism sleep
at the bottom of a bottle sleep
asking no question sleep