Retroviral Country

I've tried nitroglycerin

And pesticide

Tried listening to

The monkey you hide.

I've tried red water:

Painting sacred marks.
Nothing stops your face

Appearing in the dark.

The hokey writer's babylon:

The phantom train;

The whisper in your terminal;

The barcode on your brain;

Are all as temporary as

The teeth of a shark.

Nothing stops your face
Appearing in the dark.

Through retroviral

Exchange of DNA

You left something

The day your needle

Broke away.

You can break me down

Into my constituent parts:

Disconnect the valves

From the pistons in my heart.

Vaporise till molecules

Phase into quarks.

Nothing stops your face

Appearing in the dark.

And all the queen's destroyers

And all the queen's tanks

And all the queen's soldiers

Arrayed in murder ranks
And every single policeman

Every smirking nark

Couldn't stop your face

Appearing in the dark.

Through retroviral

Exchange of DNA

You left something

The day your needle

Broke away.

Opioid Receptor

Opioid Receptor

I feel those endorphins exploding now

Roaring up my spine

The blackened sea dividing right before my bow

Now the ocean's mine

My skin is falling off like a banana peel

In this caustic tank

The rush that follows suffering on its heel

Spins my cogs and cranks

We all try to touch them in so many ways

Some of us take drugs

Your brain produces chemicals every day

We're living as bugs

You can stop the paranoia hammering in

As you grab the knife

Write yourself a love poem in your skin
Seduce yourself with life

The Fisher, Take 3

The Fisher

I wish to gulp in the sea with my fish

And my own damned sense of glad blasphemy.

Does it take more than a mad salty kiss,

To drown and forget your humanity?

Away with you lofty creatures of air

Who fly by the light of pale nebulas

Float over on flotsam of bashed hulks bare

Or by polyp and bulbous medusa.

    Maelstrom, spin the fabric of my freedom,

    When the boards crack, I'll let you grab my throat.

    Sunken iceberg, be my palace in the ocean

    Freeze as your tentacles suck on my boat

High albatross, you're no herald of peace,

These empty stores are where I'll make my feast!