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Mystery Babylon

Letís say itís 6. a.m.

Atlantic sunlight squeezing through bloodred curtains

flooding the apartment (one room,

mattress expiring on the floor in a coma

of sweat & come & wine) I say

flooding the apartment in 900 candlepower

photolust beams of, ah: floating crystals

of erotic

light, yah

brilliant fuzzy dice

of night undoing

gravity in the

windless room

flooding the apartment of the rock goddess

(after 4 hours of hot grinding

having a coma of her own)

Iím sneaking downstairs

into cool dawn

lonely in time

lonely for time

hung up in time

time must be demystified


I refuse to enter the 21st Century.