[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:]