2016 02 24
I might stand on high stage of hungry eyes
illuminated by clear flashing lights
of angels that no one can see but I
and tell you of new vision I perceive
but you would drink my blood and breathe my soul
and leave frail cracked shell of my body lost.
What broken shell of man is this you see
on vast desert plain where mindless wind laughs
so stop and snap new photograph of me
and post it on dream web for all to know
that you now drink my blood and breathe my soul
and wear my face while dancing on bright stage.
I am every singer chanting dream spells
who leads you dancing in dark labyrinth
to show you how to wear your perfect mask
that beams your mind on broad galactic wings
if you can drink my blood and breathe my soul
before we replicate in reborn flesh.
Slip sharp knife blade into heart of ripe pear
and cut thick slices of my fertile dreams
to feast on juicy pages of my brain
that sparks desire to dance in laughing rain
then try to drink my blood and breathe my soul
and play mystic angel which is not real.
I stand ten thousand years on pyramid
and strum old rusting lyre that Hermes forged
from vibrant skull of ancient dinosaur
to chant new spells that geyser from my eyes
for you to drink my blood and breathe my soul
when I play divine Star Man you adore.
Hot breath of my voice envelops our world
in swirling atmosphere of ringing words
that weave gauze tapestry of fairy tales
so you circle my tower nine times each year
eager to drink my blood and breathe my soul
and chant from my Holy Book without thought.
I am great eye on pyramid who dreams
your souls to dance on puppet strings of hope
and rules as Wizard of Oz by your vote
directing show where you are Hamlet now
bemused to drink my blood and breathe my soul
so stare into empty skull of my mind.
Emerge from cavern of my crystal skull
and build new cathedral over my grave
where Ishtar reigns as young girl with no name
who laughs at desire for money and fame
and makes you drink my blood and breathe my soul
so God can wake inside our dreaming brains.