dreamachine


mouthed in the obligatory
all the while wondering
is this how fate consumes its prey?
the archer
and the scorpion:
	one of arrow,
	one of venom,
that pervades each sluice to my veins
coarse and drawn to drug in vain

and she lifted high the sun
	and she left me here to burn
the archer and the scorpion, speak nevermore the word
in every nerveshock i felt the urge
to believe once again
in her steel soul mannequin
through every whimsy i felt the drug kick my head in

love the amphetamine, i love the sun in my eyes
i love the sting of my tears on cold cemented skin
i’ve never lied so much in my life
just to tell the truth
that i’m never wrong, that one day i was god
that once in a while my scars tend to heal themselves
as i tend to grow over the green grass of jealousy
as i tend the garden of evil purity
the black oil drawn into desire the plague of satiation; saturation; medication; maturation

london bridge is falling down inside of me
falling
in love with you
i and you and her become one and three the same; a trinity of disarray;
	sublimity out of decay
look how i tremble my sweet sugarplum
look how i falter and fail the one who i love
your faith ever unwavering in lieu of what is never to be just
look how i stumble my bittersweet beezlebub

and we parked with policemen
trashed hotel rooms like real rockstars
and kissed the doorman on our way
down
were we purely imperfect, and yet so unworthy of the delicate hum of mirth?
enter me dancing across the london rooftops
entangled in the rapture of giving
in to our sins
kiss me dreamachine, kiss me in the dark
strike me dead with your lips in the center of my heart
is this how fate eats its prey? is this how love runs astray?? was everything doomed to
end this way???
mouthed in the implausible, a dream i thought unthinkable
how is this agony to meet its death
if death claim not the soul?




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