I cover myself in tarpaulin,
Like a fish out of water
In finer cloth, scissored
By merchants of fame
And otherworldly
Fortunes,
I cover my weary head
Against the onslaught of drops
Of drops, of winter wonder wet
Unfrozen: a hell in high heels
Never worn,
I banish my final daemon,
Like Lucifer - like Izrael,
Begone, be gone and never come
Near my world and blackened sun,
In white - the potent powder puff
In earnest a secret horror flushed
Like northern mosquitoes,
Silent killers hovering above
Wanting blood, my blood,
Beneath a tattered tarpaulin of old.
I wrap myself in tarpaulin,
My sullen head so sweetly scarfed,
I venture out into a world
Unwilling to accept me
And the ways of worms,
Crawling up through my fertile soil
To reach the light of a single star,
The last of a lucid night beckons
My final sin in betrayal,
To go beyond, to venture afar
Where blue pills line the pockets
Of manly men and the donkeys
They ride into their
Trembling towns,
I go, I set out, I head towards
Their lights in search of truth
And consequence of inaction,
Of distraction, of reactions
To anything close to life
Without a screen in sight.
