[DESTROY THE CZECH TROJANS:] [AND THE EVE OF OCTOBEX/OCTOVUS:]
October 31, 2004, 23:38

{dawn}
GOD SPEED, captain Vienna
We are happy to report love is dead and rising!
Alkaline hands on deck and the mornings spitting like a kaleidoscope 
Xanalogue, we march onwards from the horizon and on to clouds of satin and rouge 
[EXPOSE:] and soak your blood in sugar
dearly beloved, X’s and Y’s
we’ve rearranged the toss tell apart and can tell you’re our biggest fan
above the skies are just wakening, weakening from the clutch of psychic touch
oh crystal moth ball, where you emerge like a shot in the dark
the Hiroshima playing by request, the widowmakers on their backs
toast for glory, glory
to do is your duty
but worthwhile, it’s a pity
as you drink to a black sun tiding

{midday}
fade in on widowmaker, humming open hyms of degeneration
from a lips to lungs debate at the peroxide wake
the governor and the odium, the clamp who weighed the opium
chances, violent four, we lie at the bottom soon too
we watched our scarlet leads wreathed tripe
until horizons pawned outside
Perhaps we’ll ride in on que, with a monocled few 
exchanging change for a petty dare.
Instead, we’ll ride back down to Blacklist where the rusting halos still hang
And the gang green’s talk in drawl and speckled slang.
The Sephia lights blaring and calling electric lovers to return to honey milk sands
But darling, nothing is forever…

{sundown}
we watch from the balcony as summer kisses the guillotine 

{dusk}
(to the melody of black music for bear traps)

Our hearts were asleep by the crime light assassin 
no, I never ever never met a Czech I liked
put my powdered wig on and you whispered something
and like a sovereign of the chemicals, you were right.

shivers like gossip, pale like a virtue
sleeping on a bed of roses tonight
heal the purple heart, for the eels in the dark
or call the cosmopolitan, she’ll know what to do

cause I live in the city of angels
I live in the city of angels
I live in the city of angels 
I’m a devil

the four were blushing,gushing like geysers
well I never ever never met a tramp I liked
at the gypsy moth banquet, you’re epitomizing 
behind the veracose veil, they’ll feel you like braille 

as the barium sun sets salvation city
our barnacle scarlet chimes to life
stately sirens of Iodine 
now hear the synapse kiss of decadence 

widowmaker wore our mother’s skin,
the sun has sold us out again

siamese fink, worn like mink
can’t you sleep with red tide glaring?
here’s to the violent four
CONTROL CONTRIVE CONTRACT CONSTRICT
hungry again, maiden head?

combing the salt off of their ruined disguises
conjoined a new prey in the city of muses
Yet I am the plague of the modern age
just drowning in the salt of the earth… 

{twilight}
was it panic wrenching the guilded bulletin? 
And the answer was none of the above(?)
It seems I’d been falling closer and closer 
into the czech republic’s snapping jaws
And the saint, in her clairvoyance and wisdom, 
needed a drastic tactic to break me free from czech control.
Drastic measures must be taken, this I know is true…

[END VIENNAGRAM:]