we became snakes

We Became Snakes
one night
in the garden
behind a burning bush
we hid from God
we became snakes
slimy wicked
sliding upon one another
hissing the secrets
of virtue and worship
joyful earthly godliness

we became snakes
smooth subtle
poisoned with knowledge
of good and evil
we became snakes
keen swift
cursed with perceptions
of upright conversions
we became precious
we became precious
we became precious
we became precious
predatory
predatory

in Hell this is not allowed
in Heaven this is not desired
so let's ooww yeah right now
let's oww yeah right now
let's h-i-s-s-s-s

you're looking up and I'm below you
and I will crawl around you
until I find an opening

wanting, wishing, longing, needing, hoping,
wanting, wishing, longing
to be precious

Drugstore Logic
meet me in back of the drugstore
I got the world inside my trench coat
I'll give you the sense of well-being
that you will never know in this life

meet me baby...

meet me in back of the drugstore
I got your desires in a paper bag
only I know when and where
to give you your fulfillment

check out what daddy's carrying

heel bruises skull, skull bruises heel
evil is not when it's between satin sheets
little girls like you parade in their bondages
and sigh at my sacred scent of freedom

a tormented soul
a bought soul
a tormented soul
a bought soul
a tormented soul
a bought soul

which are you? which are you?
you're my walking candy store

The Need
you killed my brother
but you didn't kill me
so you're still my friend

and I can't live without you
I wouldn't even try
if I had to live without you
I know I'd just...
I know I'd just...

For Her While
in a life of distractions
she takes her excursions
from the heights of her heroes,
the depths of her saviors
to renounce their generosities
through unexplored measures
as she takes and spreads beside me
in this bed of death and pleasure

the sight of the doorway
lures all it's contenders
whose who have washed here,
those who have rendered
their thorns and their visions-
scavengers, defectors
what does she envision
as she lays beside me
in this bed of death and pleasure

the feel for the moment
shoos off all pretentions
for that which has realized
it's source and intentions
that which will deprive her
of songs that ascend us
of how I should long her,
how I once saw her

as she lay beside me
in this bed of death and pleasure
as she lays beside me
in this bed of death and pleasure

a life of resourcefulness
selfishly endured
for the stripes of honor
our bandages
yet visions of you
become holy and few
as we take and spread ourselves
in this bed of death and pleasure
in this bed
in this bed of death of pleasure

The Redeemer
it was in the summer of 1982
when she met The Redeemer
The Redeemer walked straight lines,
created a forward path into her being
and for all certainty she had been redeemed

his features overwhelmed with a sensation
of sinistry deeply dignified, deeply
in his smile an enterprise
glistening with diplomacy
and for all certainty she had been redeemed

The Redeemer walks within
The Redeemer walks within
she cries what then
and appears to be streamless
The Redeemer will return
The Redeemer will return
she cries what if
and appears to be dreamless
but for all certainty she had been redeemed

Longing for Ether
(Joe)
I hear voices at night, warning me. I
can barely sleep. I can't quite
understand what it is they are trying to
say. they seem to be speaking from
somewhere far above my head.
so, to hear them, I climb over
myself, stepping up over my shoulders,
then pulling myself up higher, and
climb some more and more.

but I am high enough. I can hear
them, the voices clearly, as clear as a
bell of fire, as clear as a window in
the sun.

they are saying, "beware. stay on
the ground or you will become lost, as
we are. lost..."

(kicked in the window, threw the door
behind me, and ran. still, it was no
good. the air kept following me,
mercilessly.

I tried turning corners, faster than
slower, until I almost run into myself. I
knew there was no hope.

my lungs filled my head, dying and
eager for silence, the perfect breathe.
the air knew I could not resist.

flesh is weak, but is weakness
always bad? weakness serves to
glorify, to ennoble, to sanctify.)

(gary)
she always told me to stay away
from the pit. she would tell me that if
I wanted to keep my life from being
any single color I had best be strong,
and when she died I began to dig for her
as well.

the deeper I dug the stronger I got.
(my addiction shining like quicksilver
along the ropes inside my arms.)
I had dug so deep that all the world
was a velvet black.

(turning even less than black.)
then I unearthed the Goddess.
I took the Goddess home and though
she treated me badly my addiction
turned from strength to love.
she disappeared as I held her, the air
as clear as quartz and rhythm.
it was then that I noticed my thin
charred arms, fading.
now I go back to the hole, feeding
the earth, the grave song and cinder, I
go to speak with my child, like dust on
a moth's wing.

(my flesh white pink fumbles that I
am flesh. flesh is weak, flesh is weak,
flesh is weak as air pushes into
consume and elevate.

what I need is new eyes, new eyes
to battle the conceit that death may be
salvation, new eyes and a vacuum.

knowing what I want, knowing I need, the
perfect air follows, carving a hunger, I
sigh, gasping red and screaming,
longing to breathe.)

Belonging to October
in the sunlight belonging to October
in bed, I awaken to that sweet scent
of last night's pleasure, belonging to us

-and the phone rings
I hear the voices of two times ten

-and while gently staring at congenial stains
the machine runs off numbers and names-

the over-worked boss reminding me to be on time
the friendly social worker with the family on line
the run away brother with no home to go to
and the rent bill, the dentist bill, and the everybody-
else-bill-who-wants-something-more-than-I-already-owe-
for, too-

it's in this sunlight, belonging to October
where I click the machine off and make this day off
where I rest in morning memory, under the sheets
we slept upon, during last night's play

-and tho they're taking me to the cleaners
ev'ry thing is o.k.

for I've got you who loves me.