Moon Sammy - Soul Coughing

Moon Sammy walks.

Across the floor.

Below the floor.

There is a wall

Behind the wall.

There is a chair.

Moon Sammy knows.

The chair is there

But that’s OK, that’s OK, you can do that--if you’re wound up, full of tension

Incoherent.

Your mouth is buttered with lies;

you ask why, but you could

Call it enigmatic;

all your thoughts about the chair are full of static

Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair;

your body

Says Moon Sammy, can you come back?

Strum it

Moon Sammy washes.

In the sink.

Below the sink.

There is a drain.

The drain

Goes straight.

Into the sea.

The sink itself.

Is porcelain

Obsess yourself with causality.

The information you hear is a loophole

Technicality.

Behind every object is a mathematic;

an obscure substance

Infused with a kinetic force, energy, an obscure conscience shoots a gun at

The feet the world dances

Babylon, mystery, mother of harlots, and all these abominations of the

Earth, that sits on many waters, drunk with the blood of the martyrs of

Jesus

And I wondered with great admiration