[THE SERPENT BEARER OF SALVATION CITY:]
April 11, 2006, 04:14

{dawn}
and the phantoms supply us with mirror rings
one for Leopold Trouvelot, for he who stands for me.
Black angels and the parakeets went silent
“lent the hollow”, coughed the tomb white tears for science
The sacred hearts will be the first ones broken.
Primus Inter Parus, we’d be the only ones worth to be forgotten. 
And may all truths meet untimely ends
As the spare lies divide the jelly fish brides.
Loosen the locks and set the deathship full steam
And there’s still so much work to be done
Sang the wicked, wicked wheel.

{midday}
Back at the Serpentarium; not nobler men, but nobler still.
Not guiltier men, but guilty still
Swear the envy’s crawling out.
Stuck your fingers in the ground
And there’s just Diamonds in the Gutter.
Wheel, protect me, Wicked, select me
You spat your jeering into lover
And we’ll all be calling out, Vienna how could you?
Where withered is a home
And learn to slay all that you’ve known.
It’s a handful to be hung for high treason
And to learn how to skin the beasts that you’ve loved.
Not nobler still and the wars yet to be won
I’m the cryptic message in the bottle
Won’t someone hold me by the serpent tail?
Fish me out of the wishing well
I know how you feel…

{sundown}
there must have been something else behind those snake eye, rat-jaw smell.
Rid the new heel, there was, but seem all dead to me know
Baby lungs made me kneel from the scarlet fear
And it was fake rape with their figure saint.
Erase the hints of your feelings
And replace them with life savings.
These legs are real, no cheat until even.
As we scale same jaw, it’s the world that’s gotten smaller in here.
As for you, it’s the never-guilt era
As for you, a little peppermint tear tint
As you fall for wicked men.

Squirm the angels, 
search the grapefruit trees for your reds until you’re vulnerable again
write the scorn seeds from a locket, pick every lash from this soft setting.

Loose tooth or the worst of envy, the thirst of enemy
That old setting day, the spoiled wedding safe
Late walk in the Turkish fog, 
Went bald in the circle psalm
But really what’s the news for me?
Went soft as an amputee
Drank skulls with the setting sun
It’s these steam boat blues forever
And I’ve still got 47 fevers to sweat through, still.
It’s these jail mouth easy street stripes forever
And it’s all I want seventeen seeds at the nuestra 
Skeleton keys at the restaurant
Catatonic sleep at the Suez lock.
There’s tall water in me
Dull blush and dying fire in the eye 
There’s always less of a tease 
All missions, renew the dateline
Every canary dying at sunrise. 
Spat at the chaperone, dog tired at the vestibule.
How long till we poison the details…
It’s not often we steal this reason for living.
It’s all coming off, falling stars
Vanquished tombs under boiling waters 
I can’t help that I’m a man on a mission.
It’s all or nothing
You must deceive unrequited love turned aquarius
Off and running, The city of love is burning
And it’s in the midas touch that you’ve lost your ethos 
It’s the experiment child that must define your evil.
But I’m begging you 
and it’s so far, been so long, that I’ve become a believer
Like every failing laureate and swinging tide.
Believer, set me back in stone
Don’t ever stop your blind and leeching ways
And I’m still coming down from the upper cut
Or a still water shill on his way
And I’m still changing backwards the hands on the hour-time
Elusive as shadows, we held our lives like napalm 
Severed triangle, panic stricken and lovely
And devious eye wink is yours for the touching, for the taken.
There was someone else in the porter grail…

{dusk}
And I was a rat, was a very good rat
And a very good rat was I
I stole the sphinx like look from the wheyferry bride
And pulled the white wool over their eyes

And I tussled bail, heard the hangman’s wail
Wiped the blood with a windsor tie
And I skinned all the cats when rome was black
Just to string my violin

To the hounds they’ll go/ to the hounds they’ll go
Moths in the pocket to the fountain of youth
To the hounds they’ll go and 
Sang the banshee:
At the widowmaker’s waltz, they’ll be licking my wounds for me

Her eyes dead flies and decoder rings
File aisle and the church bells rang
I licked every bow from her dull white wing
You held her hand down at the horrorshow, that was so long ago…

To the hounds they’ll go/ to the hounds they’ll go
Silver bullets in the pocket to the fountain of youth
To the hounds they’ll go and 
the heart on her sleeve:
At the widowmaker’s waltz, they’ll be licking my wounds for me

You must be certain where I’ve gone
Oh you were so high on the pedestal
And I’d never show my heart to another

And here we go hunching home again, hurrah hurrah
And here we go waltzing maiden head, hurrah hurrah
The cowards and the kings all die singing
And we’ll all feel the touch someday

{twilight}
bedecked in all the circumstantial death knells
all hands betrayed and blew away; some pollen to dust
like a mist that departs without wisdom or error
and if you want something like guilt or a masterpiece
you must do it yourself.
Secret sidebar navigator, clasped the glass down on the last deceiver
It seems divine now that one can stand you
You flash a grin, you know that it’s just blood and skin.
Just for a dear, for one who’s there
All suggest that I’d be the head of the morgue 
if I’d just stop having breakfast for lunch. 
Royal curtsey, I had those rat wigs for a couple of hours
But is it just a couple of courtier fishes going to bring the hammer down on me?
Never going to bleed like this before, never had to weave my lips before
Calling out all future cynics, just leave me dead here in the traffic
Your sleigh bell slit is the traffic
I AM THE SPIRE/ THE IMMACULATE FIRE
I’ve been a very bad Muslim boy
And I’m coming for your first born, madame
It was nothing but fingers in the cake 
So bring your glass bird cage
And don’t forget to put your grass skirt on.

She had a Marine Louisa on in a natural way
And the cosmopolitan wreath fell down like baby teeth
And the sun blessed our bones like nine o’clock tragedy
Au revoir from the other side
Regrets from shallow blessings or the thieves of the jawless mercy
Blanket the vaporous words with the salt of the earth
Pale limbs up the mast of the cedar mission.
Can you spot the rotten apple from way up there
But the smoke signals that all my muses were dead.
Hindu Ballet on the loft radio
You took your thoughts from tactics to polish your claws
Lay at home, your fingers are shackles and matchbooks
Behind the eyelids think it won’t happen again
You were the Archetype now you’re running scared.
Close the ribs, run the clock, you’re the kill talk
I want your head on my shelf, pollyanna
When all your dreams are turning to dust.
Will your faith be mirrors for my face
Hide your porcelain for I am the serpent bearer
I know now that you’re the diamond across the bay
I must say of you, you’re not worth the arrow wasting
And even the idiots won’t sing at all.
May they speak of your deceits for all time
And may an angel die for anytime you speak
Say unto me, give unto me my faults
You are the one I’ve lost, The Serpent bearer.
Not regular men, just the worst of all
From now on, I’ll take instead of being taken
Caught twice, vampired neck, 
And I washed my halo of rust and black moths, changed my dear disciples of locks
And poisoned myself from every new heart…

Now the sirens sing…
Here lies my enemy
[END VIENNAGRAM:]