Your Eyes in the Skittle Hills - Hypnopazūzu

«Create Christ, Sailor Boy»

Said the Garden Saint of 40 Skulls

«Your time sank further

Into PinkFace

And Armorial Walls»

The Sweet Bird

Sat no longer in the nest

Nor rests the dead forest

With the KosmoCheat

You and MoonMe

Were walking through

The walls covered with photos

Of the Hosts in the Sky

Singing

MAGICK MAGICK MOON AWAY

Folding harsh hands

Just craters for Albion at Shriek

Were we drowned?

Yes!

Cynic ChristMass at the Owl

«Create Christ, KosmoCheat» —

This was your time with signs

You yeah you in the Dead Forest

Your lips like Planet Cream

Or Orchid Dreams on

Your two lips fronded

Like the wood as plastic smiled

Twice FlyFace

And chased gulls

Into hills and streams

Split like silverfish

Your teeth as breathes

Your Eyes breath deep

In the skittle hills

Night like a lock