Infernal rememberance.

She’s natural as a field of corn

With yellow tides of sunlocked hair

Pollen bubbles, flocks

and streams from her

Reed-like waftings

She sways the way the blade bows

Into its leaves when scythed.

She looks completely hidden

Like the admission of a taste

A form unfolding from a cell

From a thought from a word come a worm for a-bait.

There’s a séance in the coffee house

A cripple full of sugar

The waiter is the ghost of Faust

Behind the stain of last years lover

For the man with pointy shoes and shades who’s

Polishing the voluptuous curves of his iced mint glass

There’s a monogamy of pain

Which one can’t adulterate with forgiveness

Forever getting the move on seduction

Timed to eclipse the infernal remembrance

Arise Sirpent and hold me to ransom

I’m yours ‘til it's done ‘til the longing has gone

‘Til you give me the girl, the gun, the infinite movie

Flickering gold in a splash of forfension

Lonely as Time

I was left on a Tuesday

Like the law in suspension

As I from crime was pardoned

The way you look in your bus stop frock

Hugging itself in rim shot and halo

Makes me want to be sick and die like a whale

Best not forget then gazing upon her

To a child, Queen or commoner

No-one is innocent, and I am the least

She is the weak wave of want from the ocean

Washing right through me in breaks of nausea

She pricks like cathexis

Her sighs are empirical

Eyes have her for breakfast

Here lieth desire

Let’s pray for a miracle

The earth is a fire.

Moscow - 10 years ago - kitay gorod