In the moment a face like the waxy moon
Oblivious to the stiff vampire corpse
Was like a sunflower alone in a wheat field
The muscles were like steel
A pricking in my thumb meant nothing
The dog was as lifeless as a quiet, winter night
With its stony, matt black eyes
Even after three sharp calls, the dog was dead
As dead as a dog can get
Dead on blood-red, autumn leaves
Crows buzzed around in the vermillion sky
I don\'t know why
I had to get away from it
I couldn\'t breathe and the fear of the virus
Found a home with the milk in my bones
And the certain fury in my icy heart
I went to the woods, wanted to begin again
When the sky grew dark something in my bones said
I should trust my instinct, natural animal senses
Sniffing out syphilus, tetanus, and rabies
The hand was bitten in the summer
The wound was washed with the utmost care
But stood out like a tattoo or Shirly Temple\'s hair
Coke and ammonia or French kisses by a lake
I love men, that\'s how I know I\'m gay
All I want to do is party
A circle of witchfire burns tangerine orange
Multiplying its powers, wanting to be heard
Like a sour gunshot, like the woodchuck
Like the temper of the guy with the wolf shirt
Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit
It was a sick man with red, leathery skin
A red Indian looking for a particular squirrel
But also keeping quiet about the mountain incident
Near the lip of the grassy hill
Where crumbs of sunlight crept like a shadow
Over the shoulder, on the tufts of grass, blood-stained
Fleshy-pink like canned tuna, it had been arranged
I was frightened pale, crying stalemate
Bearing with time and the popular death stains
Not far from the next seaport, but isolated
I breathed life into the day
By midnight I was paralysed with anxiety
Feeling like I was as heavy as a burden or a dark secret
I prayed for dawn by the cool, murky waters
Being suffocated by a cascade of elephant feelings
In the rural wilderness it was atypical
Kindred, dancing like a musical spirit
The aroma of burning marshmallows spread
Like a false rumour, a giant\'s foot into the night air
I found a place to put the trauma
Around the campfire, telling spooky stories
I see electric-red, bloody-like faces glowing
The fire is crackling and the sound is jarring
Thick like the darkness without any white stars
I am one with the ashes and the cinders
Later, I think it\'s funny I have a curious bone
I\'m drinking like it\'s a rule or there\'s a gun at my head
I\'ve been fucked-up for five days straight
All the days, all the weeks, all the months and years
The wheel has been turning
The past is a private conversation
I won\'t utter a word, can\'t shake off disappointment
It\'s like a guitar song from my childhood
A knock on the door
Ulcers, waspish redness, rock and roll sores
I need a doctor, I\'m a step away from death
The milky desire is contagious
I\'m not fucking around like some clown posse
That\'s bullshit, tell the cunt-bitch I\'m radioactive
Fuck no, fuck that shit
With a knife I\'ll stab it, I\'ll kill it
I see the phoenix flames, in the darkness, in the forest
It\'s blood-red, sun-red, poppy-red, tulip-red
Mechanic-red and helpless-red
The neighbour reported the incident
Whilst I was like a peaceful baby sleeping
Then came the night thunder, night rain, night problems
Night bled into morning and I couldn\'t get it off my mind
I\'m paranoid like a pussy
I\'ve split, spending time cleaning shit up
I woke up from another night drunk
Thinking last night was a fucked-up situation
I can\'t possibly say I\'m sorry more than I have done
I close my eyes and it\'s all I can think about
After a glass of water I feel a little bit better
But I\'m not complete, like niacin and vitamin b6
Warm goodness in the rat stomach
Pig-shit, horseshit, the radio\'s infected
Like the town\'s infected and no one\'s around
A cocktail of pretty lies goes down well like a treat
I have cold feet, so I\'ll pack my things and leave
But once I\'m done I\'m leaving for good
The sweaty afternoon passed
I tried to be as open-minded as I could
With a bone-dry throat and a mango brain
The fear had been imprinted like a purple bruise
On the fat toe of a sad Geisha
When it rained I moved like a monk\'s robe
The hooked staff of a bishop
Skull and bones
The rain washed away like blood, like it does
I was left muttering things like wailing winds
Fanning the flames of the donkey-mad idea
Making peculiar gestures
There was a tug at the flower base
Shots rang like water tunes, moon baked
Got a million things I want to say
I\'m insatiable with hungry eyes and hot lungs
I quenched the thirst, said wild things
With a briar-like tongue
Craved the soft touch of the black beach
It was a real grievance clothed in pleasure moans
I stayed in bed, then everyone freaked out
Screamed, \"Get the fuck out!\"
Had to figure it out, had to sweat it out
Rule it out, scream and shout
Like a blue tongue in a whale mouth
I insisted on dying at the flashpoint, I snarled
Chary but doughty, emotional and uncontrollable
With a score to settle, I\'ve realised I\'m inflexible
Ribbiting prince frog with moon shaped eyes
Acting as if I\'m not mint green and potato soft
Like a modest red moth mouth
The engine is revving and it\'s been lived
Wet and vintage, hydrous, like gingham
Held together by my thoughts
I have a brassy nature and a nail-thick cough
I can\'t stop it, the decaying flesh, body scents
My love for gas station pancakes
I\'m a poet, black-belt in karate, fashionably late
With a racing pulse, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
The debt has been paid in salty blood
Red honey-stuff
A river of red, velvet red, curtain red, serious red
Infectious red, brick-wall red, loveheart red
Sex-mad red, scar red, earthly red
Red watery pulp
The towtruck left a trail of the red honey
I never knew what it meant, fleeting madness
Fleeting time, fleeting pain and fleeting pleasure
Like hoops of yellow smoke drifting into the air
I had a bad dream, but I hope it\'ll pass
I can\'t find solace in the night
It\'s like trying to find a light in a cave
I\'ve tried, riding the sea waves all night long
The silence was as obvious as a raincloud
In the west end of Scotland
It went on like a drone, unending
The silence was a pianohead, going on and on
A million things rolled into one
Trying to speak with depressed ghosts
Invisible, evil forces exist like matter being
Slaughtering chickens and making cheese
In a dreamworld, a naked October
The trees grow long shadows
I stumbled down the road, psycho-laughing
Out of kilter, I can feel the despair, toothed noises
Cutting paper like lukewarm winds barking
The look of horror shattered the last piece of hope
I went forward, down the road, looking for something shiny
I found a toad palace, ate the January egg salad
The shots were like bells, they made it
A fly on a mission to get to the counter meat
I\'m not always candy-sweet, I\'m like the amber tapesty
A bee in an apiary or a sheet of sand
Squeezing out the last of the grape juice
The red tint, a glow on the melon skin
I am indifferent, a voiceless tree
With a peachy, fleshy core
I feel it ten times more
The trepidation, it\'s a sea urchin
A spontaneous reaction
Fever-hot and glowing like the moon
Resenting the past with black eyes like beans
Tough like pith, productive, unfinished, and realistic
A missile on a clifftop with cancelled plans
Scarlet flames slipped into position
Like mirth in an ear
Everything is dreary until I get dessert
It\'s a sore point, I\'m flustered like a river
Responsive and hyper conscious of the everglow
I tightened the girdle before harvest
Now I\'m looking for a door in the void
But all I can see is blackness, nothingness
An immortal abyss, my tomb, my home
Reality is finally sinking in.