City Of Dust

Neither twine nor rope nor Holy Ghost

Could bind this man to the mortal coil

Yet with mirth and dust and processed meats

A feast lay there before him

"This is evangelical", he said

He gandered to the right and to the left

Tactile affirmations and obsessive observations

And need i even mention such impressive desecrations

I am the city of dust

I am the cold dark place

I am the half dead flesh that needs no sleep

The pregnant pause

The sound unsung

The gut cut up

The gut cut up in real time

So, you will be mine