Drown The Wakeful Anguish Of The Soul

"DROWN THE WAKEFUL ANGUISH OF THE SOUL," YOU SAY

WITH A THING FOR QUOTING KEATS AND SONGS OF HELL

PUT IN YOUR MOUTH JUST LIKE A MAGIC WAND

HOW IT TAKES US TO THE MOMENT WHEN WE FELL



YOUR PALE BLUE-YELLOW EYES THAT TELL ME LIES

AS LONG AS CALIFORNIA DAYS

SAY CAN WE PUSH IT, CAN WE PUSH IT TO THE PEAK

AND I SAY MOTHER, MOTHER MAY WE



DRINK IT FROM THE LEFT CUP

THE CHALICE ONLY JESUS WOULD PICK

AND MALICE IN THE TIME BEFORE WE STEP UP

WHEN WE ASCEND WILL BE FORGOTTEN LIKE THE WRITING OF A PEN AND LOVERS



THEN I WOKE UP IN ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL,

ANOTHER HOTEL LIKE A BELL

PASSAGES AND ROOMS LEADING TO PASSAGES AND ROOMS

WITH NO MIRRORS NO WINDOWS NO DOORS LIKE A TOMB

THERE'S NO EXIT FROM THIS PLACE

ONLY TIME AND ONLY SPACE

FOR US TO TALK AWAY THIS TIMELESS TRIP

WHICH NEVER ENDS SO LET'S GET ON WITH IT



THERE'S BEEN A BREACH IN THE SECURITY

THIS I KNOW BY THAT KNOCK ON THE DOOR

WE'VE COME FROM THE DEED, THEY SAY

WE'VE DONE AS YOU PLEASE, NOW MAY

WE PLEASE GET FASTENED TO THE TANK TO BREATHE



NOW WON'T YOU TIE THIS KNOT HERE'S A SYRINGE SO BLEED

AND DISCUSS WHY WE WERE THRUST INTO THIS DREAM-LIKE WORLD

AND FREEDOM WHEN YOU LET GO OF YOUR WORLD TO THE OTHER SIDE

YOU SAY THIS IS NOT MY HOUSE AND THIS IS NOT MY WIFE



DRINK IT FROM THE LEFT CUP

THE CHALICE ONLY JESUS WOULD PICK

AND MALICE IN THE TIME BEFORE WE STEP UP

WHEN WE ASCEND WILL BE FORGOTTEN LIKE THE WRITING OF A PEN AND LOVERS



I WAS THROWN AND AS I FELL AS I FELL

I FLOATED THROUGH THE ESSENCE AND THE YEARS

WHEN ONE COUNTS ONE REALLY IS NOT COUNTING

BUT RATHER'S AWARE OF HIS AWaRENESS WHICH IS COUNTING

THEN I WOKE UP IN ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL,

ANOTHER HOTEL LIKE A BELL

PASSAGES AND ROOMS LEADING TO PASSAGES AND ROOMS

WITH NO MIRRORS NO WINDOWS NO DOORS LIKE A TOMB

THERE'S NO EXIT FROM THIS PLACE

ONLY TIME AND ONLY SPACE

FOR US TO TALK AWAY THIS TIMELESS TRIP

WHICH NEVER ENDS SO LET'S GET ON WITH IT

THEN I WOKE UP IN ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL,

ANOTHER HOTEL LIKE A BELL

PASSAGES AND ROOMS LEADING TO PASSAGES AND ROOMS

WITH NO MIRRORS NO WINDOWS NO DOORS LIKE A TOMB

THERE'S NO EXIT FROM THIS PLACE

ONLY TIME AND ONLY SPACE

FOR US TO TALK AWAY THIS TIMELESS TRIP

WHICH NEVER ENDS SO LET'S GET ON WITH IT







(THE ONLY MIRROR IN THIS LITTLE OLD SHOE

IS BROKE UPON THE FLOOR AMID SOME PILLS THAT WERE STREWN

WHAT'S MORE THE GLASS YOU TRACED UPON YOUR FACE IN A LAPSE

OF SANITY GOES WELL WITH YOUR PALE EYES THAT ARE TRAPPED

AND TOGETHER IN A SPELL DETACHING JUST LIKE WHEN WE FELL

PERHAPS WE CAN ESCAPE THESE TIME-CUFFED HANDS OF HELL

AND HOURS SPENT AS DADAISTIC FLASHES SO SUGGEST

THE LAST OF ALL SOLITAIRES, MY LAST HAPPINESS)