Pink Twilight

Pink Twilight

they come to you and they devour themselves

we sense freedom so out come the rocks a' bashing

slap them on the forehead and make 'em bleed

you've caught a whiff of the cosmic beat

stuck on the air like syrup and sex

the shrine of time is a twin layered thing

a fuzzy pink twilight grows on the atmosphere

fibers of mellowed glass sprout in the lung

you've been breathing us in deep for so long

you've walked into the ancient age now

I know

for I can hear you crying gently

don't grow too bright

the lightning of your symbol hurts my eyes

S. Sparling

the hymns of midnight

shake rattle and roar

some lions have feasted on the moon

all that silver blood drips onto earth

pools collectively over new york

hong kong and berlin

its snaking berth is a twisting limb

naked lady arms that pet the cement

and snatch at the ankles of children

to suck them in and *slurp*

never let us hear from them again

is this the new drug?

that some bearded prophet

of plaided and argyll worth

spun out of old stories

that until recently

held no meaning

it comes coarsely

sticks in the throat

but eventually

we'll have to swallow

for I too did see

those lions feast

on the moon

S. Sparling

dissolving the night

I witnessed a rainbow lacerate a black light

the light was an eternity that gave no soul

only asked for everything in return

the rainbow ate and it ate and it ate

and finally when the rains came

it bolstered and grew so fat

that it blotted out the sky

and the black light grew around us

as a halo of enervation

muscles could not hold the bow

and its mighty colours ran

gripped our feet

pulled us down into the sewer

where the alligators roam free

they wore alien headdresses

they listened to goth rock

S. Sparling

the shadow vixens

the radiating night has a chorus of power

my glass-blown storm of satin and silk

you slather me in frothy milk-white love

its eating out my quivering core

the shadow vixens have come at last

so where is the acid that ate my skin

where are the dark lords that ride?

you've got thoughts (oh so many)

they've got feelings of their own

but its all lightning death

some power that rips

a vacuum in the sky

do you hear that sound?

its thunder on the horizon

do you know it?

its coming to kill you

S. Sparling

swaddled in fire

very soon the treachery of the cloth will be revealed

this purple and gold have pock marked the face of god

somewhere a crimson cross has bled across a white tabard

the jesuits contain knowledge that their masters dam up

in the sepulcher that is a chalk bright city

where are the bones of a fallen idol?

we have smashed them all to smithereens

where are the nights of hidden splendor?

we have swallowed them in covetous wine

your naked body is burning here on the altar

there is a serpent coiling like a spring within your flesh

when the mechanism releases there will be blood

HERE

NOW

upon this marbled floor

that reflects a golden vizier

that catches up the torch light

they brought you here wrapped in linens

now I have swaddled you in fire

S. Sparling