You Woke Up Trembling (And We Joked About It)

Purple baboons dance on my grave.
What set these dreams in motion?
What causes you to forsake me?
Why does the damn clock say 10:10?
Where does this begin?
How can I just go on now?

Pornography, psychology and Ernest Hemingway -
I've shelved them all.
The colossal stall.
I've flipped my lid - I'm on the skids.
I'm two ton tripping and it's not a pretty picture.
It's the ballet of the absurd - within the realm of broken symbols (themselves symbolic).
It's a congress of madmen.
It's the dawning of midnight.

Clank! The gates are sealed up tight.

You're like a child, yet dangerous.
You're like a child, yet innocent.
Don't let learning change you.
Don't walk through coals - they'll burn you.
Don't close your mind -
I want to come inside.
I want to run and hide.
I thought of suicide.
I lived and died a lie.

King birds go careening, boisterously, into the echos of the past.
A spectacle for lesser men and mirror people.
A numinous moment - so recant and go primitive.

My mind's abuzz - I've trashed it.
I've cashed in.
Sold out.
Thrown in the towel.
Took a dive.
Jumped in the lake.
I swore I'd defend you, but I could break my word.
A left-over god in a broken-down part of the universe.
Women masturbate while men talk of war.
I see no more.
I'm winding down - a pathetic, yet treacherous, clown.

Stack them high and stack them long.
Send them in - I'll fight them.
I've bent my plow into a sword.
I'll give them the word.

Goodbye Nico.
Goodbye Warhol.
So long Dali...