of angels

welcome to the opening

of the exhibit

this is the art

that the ravens put together

this is your happiness

rolled up into a ball

shoved down the corridor

in mayhem, in distress

the gallery opens

& lets us in

sliced apart

by magic knives

disected & hung up

on display

in the forest room

somewhere in the

dragon's den,

incubating in the womb, yearning to escape and then

like a ghost

soundless moves

through the shield

of wanton stares,

halting music soothes, the creature goes out everywhere

something that we want

something that we need

something we gave birth to and then

uprooted, cut up like a weed

monster stares

into the eyes

the moonlight spills

on bloody thrills

the master burns & dies, & suffers from our ills

something that we gave

something that we give

something that reminded us

of the tangle where we live

chosen

by the copper

by the rocks

on the floor

this ceremony thrills me

i need to see it through

to the end

i gotta lay down now

hang me out

are we to be torched,

put up to die on dirty crosses

cut the cord

give me up

i need a chance to listen to

the clouds, the forest creatures,

slowly

i gather myself up

& run out from the village

in fear of my life

see my virgin splinter

glitter red in the light

see my bloodied hand

come down on the head

see this road go

suddenly red

desperate & fallen

my ears go down to the

ground

i heard the earth breathing

laboured, about to give birth again

to the man that i have killed.

My little man

my piece of heaven

who gave you this

coppery key?

I have forgotten

the way of the angels

can you help me get

up off my knees?

Have a bit of faith

a slippery shackled

hand in the pie

a bit of faith for me

have you seen

where i left my piece

of heaven, my

coppery key?

I left the city in a transcendal trance

See how the sand dances

Around in the air?

I drove up the desert in afternoon heat

See who hasn't come to greet

Me today?

I've seen your eyes go perfectly blue

How many days have been given to you?

I will take one and run through the night

Into the desert and out of sight

Into the desert and out of sight

Silvery sparkles of light on the ceiling

Chasing ideas of being

Afraid of the dark

Laid out on the pillar by angels adoring

Black seems so boring

And stark

I know the night sky's not really black

I know the stars breathe out and come back

How many days have been given to you?

The wolf will take one and race to the moon

I will take one and race to the moon

I left the slippery hand of my home

The river runs dry as the skeleton's bones

I know the night sky's not really black

How many days must be given back

To you, to you, to you?

I have seen the eyes of sky

I have seen the eyes of sky

Burning with power

I fear I might die

What's this light rising up in the sky?

What is this light rising up in the sky?

His eyes were saphire blue, baby blue, cobalt blue.

His eyes were sky blue, ocean blue, cobalt blue.

His eyes were navy blue, peacock blue, cobalt blue.

His eyes were cobalt blue,

His eyes were cobalt blue,

His eyes were cobalt blue.

over there

do you see it

an angry star

a steel hand

gripping a callous universe

over here

i have put everything

i own

into a wooden

door, to cremate

in this sand

i know that we have

buried

a princess ready

to be sacrificed

they skinned a bear

in the early hours

they chanted strange

fires flared up

dancing in silence

in circles

weird how my hands

go sightless & at night

they burnt the flesh

& howled

this cult of mine has gone

so weird

how my hands

go sightless

my skin is just

an illusion

i could pretend

not to notice that

you are going ever-so

slightly more by more

into somewhere

a hole

a blackness

w/ no escape

i hear

an iron dirge

i hear

a scratched harp

a broken violin

i know

who’s coming

why does it seem

so faint, so quiet

i want

a bang! to end my

lonely oneman universe

not this

infinitesimal sacrifice of

nowheregoingsilence

what’s this horrible

display

i want a

bang! to end my smallpitiful

oneman universe

i hold closed my hands in prayer

i closed my eyes and told

the world what it felt like

in the mornings to wake up

between mercury blue sheets

i wanted it to be wise

guess i should have read

what was hidden

behind cobblestones & bricks

down on the patios

at the beach house

you heard the sermon

that i gave

while under seawater showers

teenaged girls waited with their

eyes closed

i wanted just another piece of

thread to stitch the world together

never mind i’ll sit down and see

the world come unraveled and fall apart

while women stare at the somewhat

emptiness & void that come out

glaring & yelling quietly

from my ribcage

kind of noble isn’t it,

comes apart & cries without

making fuss without

making noise

i wanted it to be free that book i read

came down one night on

the wormhole transit

this is my final

resurrection

i promise i won’t

die again

this is my final

slip of paper on the desk

a faint sort of unheard laughter

rolling down the corridor

on the chimes & bells

so while you come staring

down at the final show of

the beast that was waiting

in the pit of my gut

i’d never ask if i were you

come sealing forces go chthonic wild mad wilderness

i’d never ask if i were you

might find out

& yet after all these

happy years & after all these

slobbering beast & apes

i can still see you

staring back at my

shoulders

happy to be unhappy

shaved your redheaded hair

made your piercings bleed & ripped out your tattoos

such a crime i wish i knew what makes you

so unhappy

pull at threads on the blue sky’s ugly face

cloud go dancing under ripped apart carnival

laughter & slaughter & did you know that

i wish i knew how to make you

unhappy

have you seen the atom bomb go off

down in the distance, it broke up the docks

& the barriers by the silvery bay

have i told you that

you have no right to be so beautiful

this daggered-ass balloon suspenders

cringing to the ceiling monkey vender’s

assassin hey have i told you how many

ways there are to get out

of this tiny little cramped room

sure you get to

choose of courseyouget to choose

how would you like a lollipop

little girl

how would you like to

have a new car a new thrill

how about some speed to

spill

are you mad? because they’ve gone and somehow spelled

you’re name wrong again you’re

an icecream girl that’s what’s wrong with you

that’s what they get to call you when they’re

bored or broken

how’s this for

nude movies how’s this for

disturbed & apocalyptic images

how would it come together if it weren’t for

you sure you get to choose sure you get to choose how would you like

a lollipop little girl? how about a bag of popcorn we sell that

too this old & disfigured whitehaired man that no one but children can see

how about a network

of your very own how about you get to lead

a revolution in the wires

pick up the wires pick up the telephone (2+2=5) how about that you’ve gone & floated

away again from all your favorite friends

laughter in your throat gets caught & dissolves into your own little

world how about light on your

abandoned retina

you sit down in autumn classrooms just beginning to feel leaflet picketers

how about this fence how would you like a single street of your very own

how about your very own makeover

how about your very own talkshow

how about television how about rikki lake how about sick little dogs how about

pooch where did you get that oh my little town woman

for america we stand how about we fall how would you like

a lollipop little girl

i’m dreaming that your dreams are going mad

geez i guess it must be rebellion

geez i guess i forgot what it meant to be

american geez i guess i forgot what national news is all about

how about we go yogurt fancy braindead again

how about it

would you like to join us

would you like a drink you

perfect little pervert girl

this bottle goes back down your throat and smothers demons that rise up

so would you like your very own

pink dress would you like to get married

at a regular church or a very little smother house in some kind of

would you like to cry in bed

over sex

after sex

would you like to try something new

would you like to try some of your very own new speed

how about we toilet paper the priest’s house for the joy of it

how about we go & catch the pauper on the street how about

a screaming fit in the grocery store how about would you like to enlarge

this protected species

let’s get ourselves endangered

and worry about nothing but killing

spirals & patterns seven kings & we came out of

the sunshine out of the night light and into the morning

come on little girl

take a chance take care take a chance on

new street

po box happiness

how’s this supermarket fantasy for you let’s go screw

in the backroom how about a lollipop at the bank counter

government makes you another

car stretch your arm out on the counter

& if it goes how does it go

government makes you smother

another bit of music & rainbow

down the toilet you make you may only have

seven discs of revolutionary music

and don’t you know

haven’t you been told

hey don’t you know

haven’t you seen it done

just float away in a superstitious bubble

if you believe & i believe

let’s make it real

let’s go around in circles

chanting two plus two equals

five

i hear a door closing in the distance

on the echo of tears

on the night of redemption

on the sanest of fears

i hate the quiet sound of night

it sounds like guilt

i feel snakes beneath my feet

i watch flowers wilt

i need someone to open doors

to reveal my face

to break up the silence

w/ silence & grace