Sacred Geography

We dart among the green ribbon
our blood muddy and eyes closed
feeling along the riverbottom
grasping rocks with our fingers and toes
the howls fade out into the desert
as the night here draws dark and close
This is our fortress, our serpent kingdom
water deceives the bloodhound's nose




We live in the eye of an endless storm
it's hot and windy as hell
all night and day an infinite swarm:
cockroaches in every well
on gusts the songs and blood are borne
and often we hunt by smell
In this place that we call home
all manner of monsters dwell




Regarding them, they are monstrous
lumbering and rotten like zombies before us
Dead eyes gone, looking empty
shutters drawn hearts full of envy
Yet we're told this is how it should be
Sedentary, divorced from all our instinct
... pardon us if we violently disagree
Reminding us, we're a dancer
moving our feet to the rhythm of Cancer




We're not in pain you are you are
these are simply battle scars
yes they're weeping yes it's blood
no worries 'less it becomes a flood
we lick our wounds and hide our pain
as lightning comes with summer rains
for in winter the hunt is lean
Fall's what's left for us to glean



Close as we can't get
an edge we keep on pushing forward
mind as black as jet
We think of nothing leastwise untoward
our soul feels like a pet
compulsive always focus outwards
if we could we would just let
out our skull to someone boring



If we had an hour to kill within
a carriage or anything else
the relevant matter would simply be
who is left on the shelf?
after we're done, not depending
on the size of the car
the floorboards will be soaked and heavily creaking
with all the corpses there are!



we ride these waves of passing passion
keening when there's grief
we are not only sudden action
but also police and thief
In our hearts there is an ocean
of every mask there is
If we wear one with devotion
then only We exists




we'll take you easy we'll take you hard
then serve you up to Hildegaard
it's your choice, you can run
you'll only make it much more fun
you can hide for a while
or take a headstart of many miles
we're relentless if unfocused
we'll split you open you like a crocus
a blossom of blood we will draw
on the ground where you fall




we're in a thunderstorm, it's midnight
and yet nothing has begun
as if we're a buoy, host to barnacles
floating untethered in the sun
upon the endless sandy dunes
of this sere, arid high ocean
surrounded by mesquite and cholla
chock full of ruins and bombs




love eternal is within
be true to us then we begin
deconstructing every motion
every look and glance
to their eyes of great devotion
with ours which ever dance
looking over every wrinkle
every pore and hair
this tough nut will be our winkle:
their presence gives us air