You the Cactus

I have dreamed of you,

That this day would come.

I have drowned you,

I have poured too much,

Because it was the only thing I could do.

I could not hold you,

I could not feed you

I could not taste you,

I could not move you.

You are thick,

You are strong,

You are immediate,

You are painful.

But you are a liar.

I know exactly what you're made of.

You are a liar and a fraud,

And so am I.

Foreign Streets

I creep out into the night,
I tread these tires slowly, quietly,
And head for my romance affair with the streets,
These foreign streets.

Oh this is so marvelous,
Their glittering lamps seduce me,
Come hither, a little more, and I do,
Their lines animate me, enact me,
Forward, forward more still, wait and see
Their streetlights lap up my face and body,
Again and again we glide across each other.

The song comes on, rings,
Caresses my ears and lips and neck,
The one about L.A.,
And whispers sweet nothings,
That only a spouse romancer could,
We can do this, we were meant to be,
Don't you worry, just stay with me in this place.

The tires roll off the satin sheet bed,
I grip the wheel to maneuver the asphalt,
The light commands me to stop, I have been here,
The breaks are stiff and weak and scrape,
I pull in to the driveway,
Which taste of ash, reeks of Tilex,
I exit.

The ancient boy is awaiting me at the door, he knows,
He shows me my relic scribbles, still fresh with his crayon snow,
Oh you genius, oh you bastard,
When will you die, you and your foreign streets?

Nonsense Tantamount

When men of stature
Wear these coats of rapture
And stroll themselves into town,

And Jesuit priest
Confide in their beast
And see that their prophecy's profound,

And the Japanese
Cure western disease
And resow their salt stained grounds,

The pianist will cry,
The Christians abide,
And Red Mayhem will witness the dawn.