[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:]