The Wanderer
Kid A
too many varieties
in my blood
to make sense
of your tongues
and why it,
hesitates
down my spine
with your indelible hiss
to a semiotic hum, on
electro-magnetic lips
a rose garden sky
spilled upon summer's nose
and the gravity breath
eating away at autumn's colour,
like greedy smoke
lapping up blue skies
it is time
for empires to fall
and slow down youth fashions
with your post-op limbo
as the wax-like surgeons,
with their life-support vision
and the daughters of fascists,
sweep up the bones of inquisition
and they prop you up for the war
kiss away, sweet sphinxette
with the holy resurrection
drive the spikes, deeper
into the baptism of faith
with a hand you once draped
silently over peace
limping to a ghastly heap
it is time
for empires to fall
[blah, this is still a disaster, but I'm done with it]
in my blood
to make sense
of your tongues
and why it,
hesitates
down my spine
with your indelible hiss
to a semiotic hum, on
electro-magnetic lips
a rose garden sky
spilled upon summer's nose
and the gravity breath
eating away at autumn's colour,
like greedy smoke
lapping up blue skies
it is time
for empires to fall
and slow down youth fashions
with your post-op limbo
as the wax-like surgeons,
with their life-support vision
and the daughters of fascists,
sweep up the bones of inquisition
and they prop you up for the war
kiss away, sweet sphinxette
with the holy resurrection
drive the spikes, deeper
into the baptism of faith
with a hand you once draped
silently over peace
limping to a ghastly heap
it is time
for empires to fall
[blah, this is still a disaster, but I'm done with it]
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