The Crow at Play - Hypnopazūzu

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

And on and on until I hear

«Mache David Shhhhhhh»

Or steal postcards titled

«Λέσβος in Χρόνος»

Or search at the market for

First Fish Fruit but the

Shopkeeper Declines

In SILENCE in his THROAT

And the STRETCH of his

VOICE shouts he has Sighted

Pixie at ShopLift

I write blue and

Raised Buntings to the BlueBlood

And wrote Blue

Imagined our Queen’s womb at

Market—burning follies

Glisten «I woke up this SunLight»

Screeched «Good night, Spaceship»

Coloured my prick green blue

And loosed bees or flies

And uttered primly «Oh Desert»

And read on the gas pumps «Yip:

Her Name is GAME»

Absurd Petrol Temple!

Lost Arch and Ace and

Us Angel was hit for 666

By the MouseSource

Drinking silk breasts whist

Alice was eclipsed

By the lovely light

And we raffled for the scaffolds

Speeding sweet throughout

The murdered wheel

«Charcoal for 6i6Nick»

«GogBotherers not wanted here»

And we were caught on the hop

At the ApocaLollipop scheming

93 ways to kill your lover

And mimed to all the Greatest Hits

By Cat Stevens and I as Hound

I promise you: Gary Glitter is not

At Hell and I know

UtterÆon the logo

Shall not resurrect

You but the ΛΟΓΟΣ

Has already built for you

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

Your palace and tomb

The Crow at play through you

Is the HOLY GHOST

Or Satan’s crisp whisper

Pretending Charlie is Girlie

Or a Fairy Gale

Whilst we bed down

For ChristMass

With the Channellers

At NightTime

With Column

(I was missing you

And kissing you

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

In media lied Teeth about

«The Death of SecondSight»

Or «The MURDER

Of the MOST HIGH

In GrillTown»

I fell silent, alone

Looked at my words in 3light

Dreamt I was satin, or ⲁⲛⲟⲕ

As in statistics;

that she and I

Lost laughs—tripled Jay

As ThriceMice, discussed

Why Girl=Lamb=Rapture

And settled down

In the bright clear harbour

With spurs of harvest

Or sweet home

Apocalama