Monday, February 25, 2008

black meddle

Ills the wasted round swollen ground

Geoidal bulge, a broken back

Still says: "god willin'"

(some scar he has borrowed)

hasn't he for a home

A list of all comers comin'

To finally and cast the first one:

Last tune.

Thus, Jesus Christ is the end of all love songs

Fall before the cliff that calls you, lemming

Lies as long as the horizon wide

The Tsar of July shot through the collar

Hung by his heels in the stars

Hell, by and for these people of the book

Stomping to the rhythm of war drums

Threatening to fall out purgatory's bottom

The Church vs. Eros / Cupids deforested

Wings shorn, forced to his knees

His sexualized camps follow

For a savior hung like Christ

Lies as long as the horizon wide

More men for the mysteries

The devil in god's doubt

Why hast thou forsaken me?

Double-crossed within the Trinity

1 comment:

adrian eberstein said...

upon the horizon some mysteries are offered as sacraments to the Archaeopteryx gods