UNIVERSE 2000
	       
Insatiable we fell from the clouds and
Called ourselves honorably to arms
And some nights it was fuck everything
And bleed into the semantics of a sunset
Then other nights it was manufacture
Insomnia and watch the foxes at 
Dawn or drink til two and have
Visions of infinity or smoke each
Others breath and brew coffee for those
Who said yes and talk about the 
Desolate situation in government
While the otherwise fascinating laughed
At the ice on the road. And sometimes
We froze on wet grass and saw intoxicant
Though cheap cider how the lights danced
Into the starfilled mystery, O, Mystery
Great mystery of the american Indians
Whose genius is simplicity and persecution
And are you happy Camden Town? did
It thrill your streets to be graced with
Our footsteps as we calmy stepped in from the
Summer rain? Did your mind expand
At the thought of our dessecrated beauty
Ordering queer drinks at your bars as
The man who mumbles karma peddled his
Wares to those in the know? Did you settle
Happy in your bed with the knowledge that
We had danced wasted and in love 
Under the watchful eye of your shut up
Bookshops? Would you claim damages if
I called you holy in a eulogy for youth?
For youth is fast dissapearing into obsession
And common interest killing us all as we
Scream profanity at the height of hallowed
Cloisters that enclose nothing except hate
And betray their dedications and the names 
Of those who died in vain who were nothing 
At all like me, who were but a mass
Under History's names while I am obsessed 
With telephone cables. I can explain because
Despite invisibility during the healing
Quality of day, at the coldest hour 
Of blackness they reveal themselves like
Gabriel to me and speak words of mythology
That make me convulse with dreams 
Of enlightenment. Sometimes I go to Zen
Gardens and pray to myself Sometimes I don't 
Get up until three in the afternoon then panic
For lost time only to lose more then panic for
That as well. Sometimes I slash my arms 
Just to keep in practise and you can
Go stick it up your ass herr sadness cause
I'm a hell of a lot more than you say I am. We
Got something on our side that no one else
Has. We know our gods and we know
What it means and what we know is 
Nothing and that's just about as enlightened 
As you can get. 
		Summer 1997