Song of Ramses II

I've never believed the hype,

the burning lies

like the sizzle of bloody beef,

side of greasy fries.

It's enough to turn you

into a pool of silvery-blue fluid

under the car

after gaskets bust

and the days pulverize you

into sub-human dust.

I've given it all, bargained,

begged, bled crimson. Now,

I want green - Conifer, Pine, Spruce,

meandering Absinthe tinted rivers,

forgetfulness

like Lethe.

Give it to those Greeks

for naming a river to Hell.

I've felt it in my heart,

known it in my mind,

but what say the Soul?

Mad-Hatted, holy, little hobo,

freakish clown of Coney Island Cloud Cuckoo Land.

Your Side Show Barker boss, this world,

will pimp you out until you're carried off,

laid out like a Tupac for all to see.


So...


Interrupt life,

Lady Soul,

roll your hips slow,

rock stars between your thighs,

the Milky Way floods with gooey juices,

your moans drone over midnight.

Glisten, Desert of Delight, dying lovers

sniff your perfumed Oasis,

hang their tongues to taste the air like lust-struck lions

waiting for the day

when black birds burn in sunset

and I turn cadaver

still hard in my coffin,

satisfied,

fulfilled,

a Pharaoh

borne on a solar bark

to the Valley

of the Kings