Contact
Contracted again
Bloodlet old memories
Dead experience
Necromancer
Not by chance
These memories rise
From dancing with dead
A cult of sorrow
In the cemetary
Of memory city
Near Radio Reality
Glass and reflections
In sacrificial incense
Offer to the airwaves
Intelevision
Buried praxis
Shimmering in trees
While their roots drink
Deep into dark soil
Where cultists dig
With plans to withstand
Saying
Cease your
Resistance
Dead memories
Waxing poetic
Changed expectations
From all to null
Dangerous associations
Made
To the flytraps
Catching destiny
We’ve murdered rumors
Like yesterday was now
So good at reciting
No time has passed
Walking again on
Paths with vantage
Attended the underground
Scene impermanent
But always there
Yet always changing
Vagabondage
Once again
Wrapped around
My arms and legs
Chasing meanings in
Packed crowds of
Freak kingdom
Denizens
Every handhold
Oozes with tacky
Thoughts wiped away
On restaurant napkins
There’s paranoia around
Every corner
15 thousand steps in
And it’s 1 AM
Flower stamps fading
While replacing
Memories from before
Reforging the destiny
Used to be uncertain
But now it is ash
Patchoulian records
Burning as they’re turning
On an ornate table
And scorched by needle
The cult of sorrow has
Captured the experience
Played by records, this
Inferno in stillness
Reality City in cinders
But breathing into morning
Still the city is alive
And I too am, once again
Maybe donning a new brand
But bringing to my face a hand
And listening to the jingling
Memories that made these things
Consume Reality! 