TAXI of LIGHT
Vishnu at the Axletree
After much persuasion
Night after three
I let Hanuman take me to the Axletree
And with its boughs reaching
To all sides of the quadrangle
There indeed many stars did see,
Zodiac Galaxy
Linked from every angle
Seated on the spiky grass carpetry
With our backs to its trunk...
Returning home to sleep with Eve
Immersed in cosmic fantasy
Her body lithe in ecstasy
Awaiting.
And the monster there was me, too.
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Vishnu at the Axletree
In Hyde Park
In Hyde Park
On a huge stage
He took a cane to her
Because he was depraved,
A public flogging
While I stood by screaming in a cage
Because she helped me out
Because the Master must be obeyed.
Later on I was sent to a ward
From which I escaped,
She's at home now licking her wounds
They don't mind me dropping round
No one else dares see me now
Resigned to sickness
They put me down,
Thousands came
And shut me out.
SKY BURIAL
Bury me in the sky
With my lover high and dry,
Pick apart our bones
Down below us countless drones.
Float me off to you
With your killer view,
Summon her in chains
While my mind remains.
As we inhabit the sky
We live on the vultures and they on us
Meanwhile I cry,
Show us to our kill,
We'll give you a cut.
Total Parsee killer high
Countless things die
All around us
But we breed them up,
Monkeys at their typewriters
And cheetah or leopard for me.
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Sky Burial
GOD BLESS
Genesh will move you
Oh yes,
My son the horse
My sister the Empress
Hurdling in fancy dress.
Another week's work
Kill stress
Carbon copy redheads
I'm covered in mud
It's a mess.
Sleeping at the other end of my bed
With you instead
I'll screw with your weekend,
God bless.
Back round to the Priestess no less
Waking up with the Founder,
She's still alive I guess,
I'm past death
Sun sephiroth finally
Getting into another's life again,
Organised
Hello again.
NINE HIGHS FOR A WARLORD PERHAPS
Torn apart
But then restored to health
They finally lost my book,
The Royal Mail,
I cannot repeat that lot again
What's left to me now
Not the same again
Memories of a Lioness
Who runs my day and nothing less,
Seven highs for a Hell's Angel man,
Memories of Hawkwind in my span
The Ace of Disks I can Recover
I got Love, Abundance, Indolence,
But no Luxury these days.
Power and Success sit in my portfolio at home
I've still got my Morning Dress
White Tie too; Black Tie's a mess
Tweed Jacket, Abercrombie Coat,
There's a remote chance I will rustle up a Suit again
Just a Blazer hopefully,
All this fancy dress
Two Mr Ben T-shirts,
How I love Mr Ben
Perhaps I want to recapture it all again.
