Mama Mama make a place for me i'm tired of fighting and i... i'm not ready ready to sing my Winter song been too damned long just long enough for me to see Mama Mama i see everything There's a big black star in the center of the oceans the deepest dark and gravity where the last whale will go to die Mama Mama there's a grown man cryin' Make a prayer if you come to see the vacant eyed prisoners the gallery of lost hope souls on fire Pray for me Mama i am a mouth in the choir There's a big black hole in the middle of the Earth the deepest dark and gravity where the last wolf will go to die Mama Mama it's a zoo inside Look into the eyes of the great black ape His tears are real the things he feels his naked soul the pit of shame a guiltless pawn to the zoo game We are better than we once were not near as good as we should have been pathetic results of a mother's sins unto the Earth do we begin We are not embrace-ed the far country of the dawn mystery of the centuries and yet we represent what they would become Do you see her rivers in the coursing of your blood feel the vastness of her skies in the Moonbeams of your eyes taste the warmth of her Sun hot upon your flesh suckling the nipple of your Earth Mother's breast The clamps of civilization hold the wild animal Us in the cage of our indifference ignorant bliss unaware one of the others the others of one until there are many The many are none My eyes have broken The ice is broken white and liquid blue goo pouring down her frozen landscape exit seeking the passage through Mama Mama what should i do We are a sightless dog teeth gnashing in rabid frenzy frothing at the mouth lips bared in lupine snarling agony at the dark bright sight of no light tight canyon short circle of our tether Dripping fangs tear They part the air and it becomes what air is not rancid breath of breathing death and poison caught in smoking dreams the nuclear melting pot This book is the dark book an untruthful experience in the art of weaving expendable lies Mama Mama my voice is deep and the holes i creep are the worm-infested tunnels infecting the brain Children of my uncertain device Some are born to the danse three-legged and lost fairly stumbling backing into the corner of the finite circle They are a log jam of sad-eyed jesters cavorting fools unimportant and unnecessary replaced before they begin to start He walks among the trees talking into the mouths of their squirrel holes hugging himself against the leafless boughs of the long dead scraping his skin on the hard bark of that embrace Kisses found on the fluttering wings of a starless night kisses bound as butterfly things and marrow pieces of bone infirm dead sparrow and the crawling of worm And the flames of the faggot curling melt of the maggot surely as they burn and their voices learn the howling depths of pain's hot flashes as they join for ever and ever become a singular pile of worthless ashes A shaman's danse plays around them mouthly priestly madnesses He gathers them up chant chant chanting He gathers them up sprinkles a taste on his serpentine tongue rolls in the dirt until the song is sung He takes apart an eagle before its parts can die mixes them together lays them out to dry pounds them with a stone ashes into dust pours them in his war bag shakes his fist at us We are spinning in a mirror focus out of time only pieces of someone's yesterday our stiff bodies mime music of the dead words already said Embrace the false prophet Look back until you find what you want on rewind Original thought Get off it! She wants a kiss just like the kiss... Clark Gable Mama Mama make a place for me i'm tired of fighting and ... i want to go down and live with the new Children been waitin' too damned long i want to sing to them i want to sing my Winter song i am ready now little piece of my life like a good old knife Cut it out! My heart flops like a dying fish i'm tired of this