Blood Red RainBogey everywheretry to talk to a black puppet in the darkyou won´t even see itIs it talking to oneself in the following?Shouting at a wallThose concrete heads only are thereTo do what?Keep everything quietAnd their table is like a beshitten toiletThey are as lazy as a cap in the sewerrusting away, waiting for the floodto clog the drainBlood red rainon my shouldersblisters on my backBlood red rainget licked by the big black cowto make her even more fat?Black stains at the treesthis culture is rottingbecause of penetrant blockheadsShred all clericsthey´re outdatedwe´re here for the new thingNo insurance neededthat is provided by themthe fresh start is aboutI am so glad
ConfusionI've always wondered if my heartwas a cozy house or a hotel.Do I want a "happy ever after"or a "kiss and never tell"?Can my heart even containas many people as my mind?Will I stop running in circlesor will I be forever blind?I sound confused, because I am.It even feels like in some wayI'm keeping secrets from myselfthat I hope to learn one day.What I feel might be denial,self-aware and yet persistent.The control I thought I hadsimply might be nonexistent.
What's A False NoseUpon the ships settingsail, & the card's beingdealt, after years ofchalk to count thedays,the telephone ran,& it was this elapsingcredit to credit the cranium,a dark eclipse,was it moon, orsun going dark inthe fist sky topull the dented realmsof civilization, all knitbelow, what, as rainretrained, in it's ownvolcanic & cosmic pell mellway,a lord of shadows& bones, high upona mountain, where afoll's gold moonbegan to breed it's starslike silken sheep,aye, aye, the phone'sa false nose, the nigh& goodnightto you.