Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata , bored
And as i threw Job , I drove
Myself to a martyred wretch
To see if I drew pity
Or pretty litanies from the Lord
So the plot sickened
With the comming of days
Ill millennia thickened
Wht the claret I sprayed
And though they saw red
I left a dirty white stain
A splintered knot in the grain
On Eden`s marital aid
So glad for the madness
I walked the walls naked to the moon
In Sodom and Babylon
And through rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican
I led a sordid Borgia an
I read the Urilia text
So that mortals wormed
As livebait for the dead
And as I broke hope , I choked
Another Pope with manna peel
Dictating to DeSade
In the dark entrails of the Bastille
And as He wrote , I smote
A royal blow to the heads of France
And in the sheen of guillotines
I saw others , fallen , dance
I was an incurable
Necromantic old fool
A phagadaena that crawled
Drooling over the past
A rabid wolf in a shawl
A razor`s edge to the rule
That the stars overall
Were never destined to last
So glad for the madness
I furnaced dreams , a poet , foe of sleep
Turning sermons with the smell
On Witchfinder fingers
Where bad memories lingered
Burning , as when Dante
Was freed to map Hell
I sired schemes and the means
To catch sight of the seams
And the vagaries inbetween...
And midst the lips and the curls
Of this cunt of a world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for me
Eyes of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that surpassed art
In sight , that no intense device of pain
Could prise their secrets from my heart
I knew not Her name
Though her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of shame
As either Virtue or Sin`s
And pressed to Her Curve
I felt my destiny swerve
From damnation reserved
To a permanent grin...
So glad for the madness
