The Width Of a Circle

In the corner of the morning in the past

I would sit and blame the master first and last

All the roads were straight and narrow

And the prayers were small and yellow

And the rumour spread that I was aging fast

Then I ran across a monster

Who was sleeping by a tree

And I looked and frowned

And the monster was me

Well, I said hello and I said hello

And I asked: Why not?

And I replied: I don't know

So we asked a simple black bird

Who was happy as can be

Well he laughed insane and quipped

Kahlil Gibran

So I cried for all the others

Till the day was nearly through

For I realized that God's a young man too

So I said: So long and I waved Bye-bye

And I smashed my soul

And traded my mind

Got laid by a young bordello

I was vaguely half asleep

For which my reputation

Swept back home in drag

And the moral of this magic spell

Negotiates my hide

When God did take my logic for a ride

(Riding along)

He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips

And showed me the leather belt round his hips

My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame

He said: You'll never go down to the Gods again

(Turn around, go back!)

He struck the ground a cavern appeared

And I smelt the burning pit of fear

We crashed a thousand yards below

I said: Do it again, do it again

(Turn around, go back!)

His nebulous body swayed above

His tongue swollen with devil's love

The snake and I, a venom high

I said: Do it again, do it again

(Turn around, go back!)

Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply

And I was seething

Breathing deeply

Spitting sentry, horned and tailed

Waiting for you