[INTERMISSION:] [NINE LIVES OF A FELINE FATALE:]
August 09, 2005, 03:25

spare the blood and douse the bridge
pick them all, the louses, the flowers and stripes on the houses
“there’s fire in the meadow”, spoke the eighty watt widow
there’s no telling which saint is sinking to the bottom of the bay today
better throw me in too. If there is a next time. 
The spider’s medal turns this into a perfumed summer
Die me nothing but Diamondette
As we salute you all high from above aboard the S.S. Love is Dead.
Champagne on ice, my loves
And how one grims, as do the fair lay text
All in good time, but how we waste away in our solstice sweethearts;
Milk with the vultures in the scorpion bubble bath
I mean, I’m English, but I happen to like math.
When the only cure is the cure
And only wishes leak the spell
But only finding truth and wisdom
Won’t bring the Lincoln’s from the well.
They wish us all both guilt and bounty
And it’s a raining roulette ride
Between the black and whites of Artcrime
Below salvation stars tonight…

{dawn}
federal, since you’ve left town
the curtains hung the bedsheets down
mistaken lust for the funeral fire
but if you try that Easy Kill…
it’s sorted tongues and setting suns
release the doves and poke my pretty pretty eyes out
you must forget that your nine lives haven’t run out yet
but you’ll still keep your claws clean.
I’ve drawn the eyebrows on
And thrown rocks at the royal gates
And then one morning sewn my forked tail back on
And spat my teeth like quills;
Obvious pace, stashes and slashes
Velvet crows and clothes divide the prose to the zealous touch 
I’d give you my heart if only your cannibal kiss wasn’t waiting behind eyelids.
Woes of liars, there’s a lawyer at the player piano
Woes or prayers, there’s a butcher on the fire escape
Sunrise scratched myrrh, leis wilting in the cesarean scar garden. 
The ghastly barren picked his polly- 
-as the hydrant spat Atlantis arteries; Valentine’s for Vienna. 

{midday}
nine lives took the oath
have I told you who I love the most?
Twelve pairs hanging high,
Twelve knights riding by,
Each knight took a dear,
And yet left a dozen there.

So kick off your high heeled shoes
And baby bronze that muse
Say you need me
Like adoption teeth
but I could never believe it…

it was a dear that I asked to send
what I got was the Memphis bends
swallow swords and you’re getting thirsty
that’s when you’re doing the dove-eyed curtsey
and with a kiss you curse with envy
In photographs doing the dove-eyed curtsey

why pray to a double cross
when in the end it’s table salt
so follow the soft blue clues
and dip your dog tags in some booze
know you’ve got the charm 
when you sound off the alarms

the death knell was electric love
we’ve got another case/taste of kill talk 
come on boys, come on girls
let’s start a new revolution about me
there’s ain’t no saints or sin
when the circle is closing in 
I knew you were the cat for me
When I saw you doing the dove-eyed curtsey.

{sundown}
DANGER discusses libido/ libidless when the smoke is settling in at the Club Cabana where the Lexicon is changing
Psychic sediment has been kicked up 
Just a bite of the apple, or as written in moleskin:
[The saint will be waiting for you but you’ll be READY:]
[now the planets are aligned, soon they will be DISALIGNED:]
a dream you took federal (whom is now officially unofficial) down to the waterfront wherein thousands were watching cars fall in. you had a leopard print handkerchief coming out of your left back pocket; she had a bleach blonde bouffant and 12" hindenburg heels (this assuming you were much taller/she was much shorter in the dream). yet you were both in black and the headlights hit you both like snake skin
[now I see clearly:]
and like the hired smile of a secretary, I was write/right
In Port the tides are synthesizing, on this beach a year ago
We flew the wax paper flags and our naïve grins. 
Across the Nile, glossy jackolantern cavities make the deal between the cigarette 
How often we forget!
We clench the weary invitation in between our velvet touch
Her smile- Parched Canvases stretched smokescreens
Carbon Copied Priestess of the northern lights
She’s musing to the speckled hand of the possessor
She’s slayed the saint by the sea and came back stained with the stings of the gutless wonders. 
So now we look for Aphrodisia in the husk of the past
But she swears love is dead at the hands of the sinners!
but there ain’t no saints or sin
When the circle is closing in!
She is Venus in an endless fever
She’s been surrendered to palm lines of the terror code
demigoddess Pheramone feeds the hyenas only to skin them alive.
The stars are out tonight
She pulls a dove out of broken mirror hips
And sets it free.
Sometime ago we were too weak to know 
that this surrender at seashore reads like a virgin concerto 
And that each new step is in homage of Margaret

{dusk}
Back on the track to the electric love black list
the soft blue details when too soon is your habit
take me up, chariot
you’re like clockwork when the barren’s sin
you’re like clockwork when the lines run cold
or like a famine when the tight ropes gone
tying our tongues to the hands of god 

sound sorted lungs and release the doves
and all the debutantes are crying out for love
I thought I’d miss you with your blank city drone
I never thought a kiss could kill you… 
touché touché, like cadavers in the sea
and the feline’s purple heart only belongs to me
so gang my green
and kiss me with the curse of envy

the circle is closing in
dove-eyed, with the barren’s sin
the circle is closing in
there was a snake in the skin of a saint
and I know I charm oysters to pearls every night
and I know there’s nine lives to live before it’s death to the classics

Cast me incognito until excuses line the shore
It was a ball in this surrender
We had it all, like we thought we should
on the horizon, a guilty moon arising
pick my poison, a Pisces pill I’ve chosen
what note do you want your death knell, son?

the circle is closing in

the circle was closing now the stars how the shine
while you were greedy kitty, I was federal feline
I’m back on a track to the electric love blacklist
and I’m never going back...

{twilight}
Eden was just a garden and Envy was just a curse
Beyond the skies are dearly beloved and I must obey the thirst
Because these woes are no fault of my own
I must’ve read that all of my muses were dead.
They’ve drugged the lake for my dear departed saint
And now my darlings are knocking again.

She poured us both 
Danger; double intrigue and I; a subtle sympathy
Her purrs a lure of silk as her smile ignites the room 
It’s been months since rot-gut shifty 
But the season’s hunting me
I’ll meet the apothecary on easy street
every weasel loves a backdoor beauty
and There ain’t no dear to send me just the Curse of Envy

Can you smell the rotting apple from here
The Cinderella behind the octopus ink 
She shook like nights of barely breathing
As I recorded my heart beating 
Was her look a stale corsage, her smile photo montage?
Or was the light of love a parlor trick
And the punchline chokes with Envy

Her eyes- decoder rings
She’ll pack her bags tonight
For tomorrow is Death Valley
The view is still romantic, though
Brim fire and cornerstones.
Look me up in the Index
I’m a wax mannequin of who I was then
There ain’t no one to save me
So wake me near Death Valley

You must be certain where I’ve gone.

Her eyes- maze of blue monuments
And when the sands of time are emptied
Will it be all worth the Curse of Envy?

It was a kiss that proof read
A virgin’s epitaph
And there ain’t no Dear to send me
Just the Curse of Envy...

[END VIENNAGRAM:]