Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Several Horses, A Blinding Light

I see the white light ahead
The air as thick as fresh sliced bread
Several horses, a band of merrymen
Crossing the sour hills of the glen
Alas, this light shines upon
Their eyes, blessed with mirth, yet forlorn
Come now soldier, dance with me
Let us join our hands with piety
For as long as I see this light,
From this tower’s sickening height,
I will dance unremittingly.


Did you awake this morn with rubies in your eyes?
Insomniac queen, your trip is over
Put down the snuffbox and pick the clover
That grows on a vast field of spun gold
I foresee that four leaves you should haplessly hold.

The party’s over, go home to mama kin. (give your rubies back)
Unhinged maiden, your demise could be near,
You sold your soul, but have no fear
The hope that’s left should make things clear
And light the way to the mending of your existence.

These rubies melt in the hot tears of hell
Until new ones grow after the party ends.
But as you knew all along, from the start
Rubies are dull and you know it.
They are the veins that creep on your eyes
The bloodshot, weary, twisted guise,
Lay off this substance, its killing you, see?
Go pick the clover in the field of the free.

Wanda's Haus

Smoke from the beacon on the hills in the night
Here kitty kitty she whispers in the wind
Howling illicit catcalls as she swings from the stake
The innocence of another she wishes to take.

A dreamscape too lucid, her object wakes at 3
Here kitty kitty she beckons seductively
Clawing at the rafters as she comes closer to her prey
Towards Wanda‘s haus, the carcass of the Highway