Silver Sword

You were no bouquet, mother Fitting, for the bottom of a crater Your love ran me through Mad, I held out my hands from your menstruation Like Some Mesopotamian - - Necromancer cackling at the moon: His reflexion, hunched over Fissures of smoke and fire. I consumed mushrooms by the - - handful, held UFOs in the palm of my eye And of course... Was rear-ended by An entire alien armada, forced to fly Cliche into the minds of millions Fuck mahogany sauce spoons You were the dragon's low jaw Had you stole my soul? Oh, I think so... Yes, and virginity! Called me a new god Rubbed me down, as if - - I'd run the message from war To hell, and I did with your fingerprints 'bove a heel. I guess you knew sleeping with me meant Chemical Babylon and bent beyond heaven, but -- It takes two to fuck, and I'm sorry, but I lucked it, and it... Was probably better Than the first time we met, I get, every last bit of it, like a library; Woman I make shadow from paper to tree And mark heads with ash, a priest darker by far than you, I grew The outcome from ancient genes And love, thick-fist-ed, and consistent I keep the Mary, the Jesus, the ghost. But the sun... What a fucker Comes banging up my ass Again, I win, the pauper And who was I to write the book? But just the clown to read it.