Severed
Garden
Wow,
I'm sick of doubt
Live
in the light of certain
south
Cruel
bindings
The
sevants have the power
dog-men
& their mean women
pulling
poor blankets over
our
sailors
I'm
sick of dour faces
Starong
at me from the T.V.
Tower,
I want roses in
my
garden bower; dig?
Royal
babies, rubies
must
now replace aborted
Strangers
in the mud
These
mutants, blood-meal
for
the plant that's plowed
they
are waiting to take us into
the
severed garden
Do
you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes
death on a stranger hour
unannounced,
unplanned for
like
a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought
to bed
Death
makes angels of us all & gives us wings
where
we had shoulders
smooth
as raven's claws
No
more money, no more fancy dress
This
other kingdom seems by far the best
until
its other jaw reveals incest
&
loose obedience to a vegetable law
I
will not go
Prefer
a feast of friends
To
the Giant family
Stoned
Immaculate
I'll
tell you this...
No
eternal reward will forgive us now
For
wasting the dawn.
Back
in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One
summer night, going to the pier
I
ran into two young girls
The
blonde one was called Freedom
The
dark one, Enterprise
We
talked and they told me this story
Now
listen to this...
I'll
tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft
driven, slow and mad
Like
some new language
Reaching
your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let
me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering,
wandering in hopless night
Out
here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out
here we is stoned
Immaculate.
Palace
of exile
For
seven years I dwelt
In
the loose palace of exile,
Playing
strange games
With
the girls of the island.
Now
I have come again
To
the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.
Brothers
& sisters of the pale forest
Children
of Night
Who
among you will run with the hunt?
Now
Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire
now to your tents & to your dreams.
Tomorrow
we enter the town of my birth.
I
want to be ready.
Lions
in the Street
Lions
in the street and roaming
Dogs
in heat, rabid, foaming
A
beast caged in the heart of a city
The
body of his mother
Rotting
in the summer ground.
He
fled the town.
He
went down South and crossed the border
Left
the chaos and disorder
Back
there over his shoulder.
One
morning he awoke in a green hotel
With
a strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat
oozed from its shiny skin.
Is
everybody in?
The
ceremony is about to begin.
Horse
Latitudes
When
the still sea conspires an armor
And
her sullen and aborted
Currents
breed tiny monsters
True
sailing is dead
Awkward
instant
And
the first animal is jettisoned
Legs
furiously pumping
Their
stiff green gallop
And
heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In
mute nostril agony
Carefully
refined
And
sealed over
An
American Prayer (excerpts)
Do
you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do
you know we exist?
Have
you forgotten the keys to the kingdom
Have
you been born yet & are you alive?
Let's
reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate
symbols from deep elder forests
[Have
you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]
We
need great golden copulations
The
fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our
mother is dead in the sea
O
great creator of being
grant
us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives
The
moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
We
live, we die &death not ends it
Journey
we more into the Nightmare
Cling
to life Our passion'd flower
Cling
to Cunts & cocks of despair
Cellars
Cellars
a place everyone dies.
Cellars
a place where virgins cry.
Cellars
a place where blood run cold.
No
way out! It's horrors untold.
In
the cellar, bodies lie dead.
Buried
in sand up to their head.
In
the cellar, torture's extreme.
Try
to wake up, this ain't a dream.
Don't
try to run, don't try to hide.
Demons
will find you once your inside.
They'll
shock your brain until you've learned
to
serve their master, then you'll burn!
Cellars
a place you'll rot with disease.
Ripped
apart with demonic ease.
Cellars
a place the maniacs mame.
They're
all criminally insane.
In
the cellar you exhale smoke.
It
burns your throat, you're bound to choke.
In
the cellar behind hells gate.
Trapped
forever you can't escape.
Down
in the pit of human waste.
Demons'
laughing, your blood they taste.
Their
evil plan is right on course.
And
what they take, they take by force.
Burning
in flames, try to resist.
In
the end their masters' feet you'll kiss.
Now
a demon, your not alone.
Get
use to it, Cellars your home.