SANE AT IVY UROL
January 07, 2006, 01:00

{dawn}
GASOLIVE KISSING BOOTH, what a fair red one paints the town with
Public, needs a vigil and a chief whose barely blinking
Pencil thin at the convex, there’s a muse outstepping us on the hot coals
Sloth can’t be the seventh, I’ve got to make you love me again.
Washington is smirking and whiskey slurring with the alterboys
They sold your liver for a quarter, smashed all of Februarys teeth out.
Tempation, don’t keep me waiting, I’ve got to make you love me again. 
Practice on the perch, parole in the pit of a peach
Behold the Svengali, A.V. Vienna
The cowards and the kings are crying and singing: 
“The Viennagram will mesmerize the Turks!”

{midday}
watch the Yours on the itty bitty blacklist
I washed your feet until the saint came home
Lousie and anna wont you come slay the perry quail tonight
Put out your cigars in the rotgut flashpan
Your heart is dealt for gum and liqour stamps
And all engaged is to be departed
Oh it’s the headline in the farest
My electric lovers up on the pedestal again
(sent via the tri-coastal dopple-ampheramone)
the [VIENNAGRAM:] reads:
“A ANILE SO TURVY/ A INTERVALS YOU/ A UNIVERSAL TOY/ A AVIRULENT SOY/ A SYLVANITE OUR/ A VENTAIL YOURS/ A VENALITY SOUR/ A VENALITY ROUS/A VENALITY OURS/ A VENALITY OR US???

A NATIVELY OR US?

A VALINE TYRO US/ A VINEAL OUR STY/ A NAIVELY ROT US/ A VOLTAIRE SUNY/ A OVALISE RUNTY/ A VIRELAY SNOUT/ A AISLE ON TURVY/ A VALISE RUN TOY/ A ALIVE ON RUSTY/ A ALIVE ON TRY US/ A ALIVE NO RUSTY

A ALIVE NO TRY US

A ALIVE STUN ROY/ A ALIVE SUN TORY/ A EVASION TRULY/ A NAIVE TRULY SO/ A NAIVE LUST ROY/ A NAIVE SLUT ROY/ A ATIVE SURLY ON/ A LEA IVORY STUN/ 
A LEA IS ON TURVY!
A LEA IS NO TURVY!

A LEA IVY ON RUST
A LEA IVY NO RUTS
A LEA IVY NO RUST
A LEA IVY TORN US

A ALE VINOUS TRY/ A ALE IVY STUN OR A ALE IVY SUN ROT/ A NEAL IVY TOURS/ A LANE VIRUS TOY/ A LANE VITUS ROY/ A RAVENOUSLY IT/ A LEARN IVY TO US/
A VENTRAL IS YOU
A VALENT I YOURS/ A VALENT SIR YOU/ A NEATLY VIS OUR/ A NAVEL I OUR STY/ A NAVEL IT YOURS/ A NAVEL IT ROY US/ A ALOE IVY TURNS/ A LAYOVERS UNIT/ A LAYOVER UNITS/ A REAL IVY SNOUT/ A EARL IVY NUT SO/ A SERAL IVY UNTO/ A REALS IVY UN TO/ A LASER IVY UNTO/ A SALUTER IVY NO/ A TRAVELS IN YOU
A SLAVER TIN YOU/ A SAUREL IVY TON/ A SAUREL IVY NOT/ A ALERT IVY ON US/ A VAULTER NOISY/ A TRAVEL INS YOU/ A VALUER IN TOYS/ A VEAL ISNT YOUR/ A YALE VITRO SUN/ A VERONA I LUSTY/ A ERATO VINYL US/ A AVERY I LUST NO/
A AVERY I SLUT ON/ A YEAR IN VOLT US/ A YEAR VINO LUST/ A SEA VINYL TOUR/ A ATE VINYL OURS/ A ATE VIRUS ONLY/ A NAIL VERY TO US/ A URINAL VET SOY/ A STALIN VOYEUR/ A STALIN REV YOU/ A LATINS VOYEUR/ A SAINTLY OUVRE/ A NASTILY OUVRE/ A ANVILS YET OUR/ A LITANY ROVE US/ A VAINLY ROUTES/ A VARIOUSLY TEN/ A RAILTO ENVY US/ A TAILOR ENVY US

A ORALITY VENUS

A LIAR VENTS YOU

A LAIR ENVY TO US/ A LIAR VENUS TOY/ A RIVALS NET YOU/ A VIRTUAL YES NO

REAL NAVY IS OUT/ LEANT YOUR VISA/ VALUE ANTI ROSY/ VALUE ANY RIOTS/ 
VEAL RAYON SUIT/ VEALY NOTARIUS/ RAVENOUS ITALY/ AEONS ULTRA IVY/ NEAR VISUAL TOY/ SNARE VITAL YOU/ SERVANT AIL YOU/ TAVERNS AIL YOU/ RAVENS TAIL YOU/ ARENT VIALS YOU/ NATURE SAY VIOL/ YEARN OVAL SUIT/ SANE VARY IT LOU/ SEAN VAULTY RIO/ NATES RIVAL YOU/ UNEASY VALOR IT/ NAVES TRIAL YOU/ EVANS TRIAL YOU/ ANTE OVARY LUIS/ NATE SAVOURILY/ VARIOUSLY NEAT/ NEAT VISUAL ROY/ ORATE US VAINLY/ ARE OVALS UNITY/ ARE SAVOY UNTIL/ EAR VANITY SOUL/ EAR ANUS IVY LOT/ RATES ANVIL YOU/ SEURAT NAVY OIL/ STARVE NAIL YOU/ SAVER OILY TUNA/ TEARY VISUAL ON/ RAVE SOYA UNTIL/ SEA OVARY UNTIL/ EAST ULNA IVORY/ SAVE ROYAL UNIT/ AIL NASTY OUVRE/ AIL ANUS REV TOY/ URINAL SAY VETO/ URINAL SAY VOTE/ VAINLY AT ROUSE/ VIOLA RAY TUNES/ SAIL NAVY ROUTE/ IRAN SAVOY LUTE/ SAY AT UNVEIL OR/ SAY AT LOVE I RUN

{sundown} 
Now she’s got a lot of mouths to feed
My little seven headed whore of babylon
She’d never see the forest for the trees
So she could walk that walk

Broken eye
soakin ether 
token from her spine
another lonely black widow
now all that glitters ain’t golden, my darlings
and that fever keeps playing on

and it’s the death to the classics in every laugh
I asked the violent four how to get this blood from my hands
It’s in a circle and it’s closing in
The circle is closing in.

Now she’s got a lot of mouths to feed
My little seven headed whore of babylon
Lucky pennies at the station and her hearts on her sleeve
So save the Velvet Touch for me…

And you’re the same paradigm…

{dusk}
Bennington is bleeding and the guilt is good
Moths in the pocket to the fountain of youth
who put the olive branch in the funeral fire?
See the widowmaker’s waltz, they’ll be licking my wounds for me

Well it’s a six and a six and six six six
Where the cannons and the white flags fly
There’s a ring on every finger and soft blue details in the tide
Which is a shadow, which is a whisper
that will lead the dial tones to pasture
It was the ballad and the bastard who plotted our seventh signature demise
It’s taken truth to keep us willing, but at arms-length and on the side
And every weeping cherry whistled “she’s the poison of the land”
They were the diamonds in the gutter for that Salvation City girl 
That we all wished we could forget…

{twilight}
[White flags over salvation state:]
I was sick as an author until I took that offer
I couldn’t bring myself to lick another envelope again
Reader, won’t you rock the boat; in a hospital ask who I love the most
And I’ll whisper “lilywhite” from the hole in my throat
Conceit, I couldn’t erase her enough (exhale) never again, another memoir in braille 
Confessions from your electric lover, and the karma coffin

Lily white, doesn’t the night rip you apart
Lily white, yes that carbon copy must belong somebody else 
Down the line there’s a blacklist waiting for you
Kiss your silver bullets Goodnight and fade to white

And you were mine, saturnine 
The archetype when you’re running scared 
And you’re only a girl
And you miss me, misread, miss with the hope of a thief
everything behind your copper gowns 
do you miss me like I set you up me to?
setting me up, serving me up to the slaughter

the demigodess set me up, demigodess saught me out

turn to the missionare radio
can you smell the rotting apple from here?
I can, I can’t watching over you autumn two
And in my sleep you had the candles waiting for me 
But I Kiss your silver bullets Goodnight and fade to white
It’s all for lilywhite widowmaker

Spin your web, my love 
And to the slaughter we were
And never shall we part… 

[END VIENNAGRAM:]