[CHAPTER 5: CHARACTER ASSASSINATIONS:] OR [THE SAINT BELOW THE BAY:]
October 15, 2005, 01:41

{dawn}
all connections have been lost; severed 
severin queen centipede can’t even remember me and the heat
so velvet touch this pantomime, 
the husk of lust tastes pokeout peach cigar
You ask the eunuch and I’ll ask the harlot
And we all read your paintings as the sky fell liquorice black.
You whispered coiled conspiracy, your hairs shown sundrenched of spiders silk.
It all comes together.

{midday}
there’s a picture of your lover from june 4th not long ago
the air’s been turning copper, silver but certainly no gold
the chapels burning down from all the spit and iodine
where there’s plenty of ports to visit; lots of women, lots of wine
but you get those nervy endings for that girl that smelled like home
so you’re scratching like a matchbook; one for me, and one for rome 

The Zephyr’s on your tailcoats and the skunk smells wearing off
I’m the early morning Caesar; there’s no time for simple talk
There’s a seat pulled out at the automatic, its time to head for Washington
But your karma baggage takes you as far as Salvation stepping stones
You pawn her postcards off as currency, the hand drawn hearts and umbilical chords
They stitched the womb that afternoon, now it’s back to where you belong.

When your sun fades out of Capricorn, under the Sagittarian moon
And you’re left gasping for some pity; nothing to drink but dial-tones
The patchwork looked so pretty when you stole it from the shelf
Now they’re 40 hours itching to knock your Pisces wishes up.

Then Danger puked up for the first time until the banks were filled with coins
He’s had so many fishes they’ve made Poseidon of his loins
And if there was a genie inside the rotten hearts of men
We’d march back down to Bristol Sea and pull it down again

you can’t unring a bell and you can’t afford Cologne
So danger spit shined all the debutantes until they played along
There’s a Cancer at the bar who I haven’t got the heart to lose
So I’ll leave her loving arms and leave the kissing to the booze. 

{sundown}
your old dancing shoes, they fit your foul nights
felt my soul a nail; brittle and barely hanging 
and the Scotsman in the diner cart deemed him anemic 
then Danger knocked his canine’s into stormdrains, spewing autumn rain
can you hear the siren’s call?
Salvation Sisters whistle where no harpsichords would tread
I bide my time, a brave goodbye, and a Stimson Avenue salute.
The Angels have been weeping, raining bathtubs in Madrid 
They’ve set fire to the safety nets and sodomized the choir
You did a fancy two step that had them wriggling in the weeds
If the East Coast was a whorehouse, you’d be Johnny Appleseed.


{dusk}
They diced you up like snakeeyes, kept you bloodlusting for months
You turned duller than a razor blade and started rusting in rain
When the Marine Band played the Sixth note you started shaking like a leaf
When your bed is but a tire swing, marble glazed amphetamine, 
there’s no champagne in your dreams, just the bloodclot of deceit.

Now we’ll sing an oath of velvet touches, broken hearts of fools
When your bahrmitzvah banjos sulking with the backhand Bedford blues
We’ll hang you from your ankles and call the Vienna choir
And Jeff the shirtless bartender will fill your veins with red soda and rum

And in XXX gallery, you nearly cried yourself to death by diamondette
There’s a broken chime inside your heart and a wreath around your neck
You took a puff from my cigar and it nearly turned you pink
The devil came and asked you for his rusty halo back.

{twilight}
Always blue eyes
15 days to go and counting
like the rice thrown on the wedding day
when the saint is dead

I’d grab a little picture
Stab us with a mirror
A moonlight caged in golden wreaths of emerald boards and embers
I’ll pack my bags, my god be patient
Grant me the lungs abound me breathless

I’ve said love is dead
Oh my death’s such a wish to be squandered
Like Lincoln’s on railroad tracks
Her fate is the weigh of the ocean floors
and we dance
to rest romancing
I’ve played a patsy
And as the harbingers told
16 fingers fold
for the saint is still screaming
I cover my eyes
Cast my glance, look alive, cross my index
And hey I’m a martyr

and there’s just one breath
and the tears silouette
that every step
recalls of margaret

and there’s just one breath
and the saint she lies to dream
at the bottom of the bay
where the red lights still blink…

[END VIENNAGRAM:]