Perfect Stranger
Rise up lonely man.
Slay the hounds of ancient time.
The dogs of rattling death that take your breath
chew your sleep, leap, creep across the full moon
darkened room.
It’s an old familiar tune.
No, don’t tell me it’s the time of the year
or fear
or the fall of stars.
I’m a past master of past times.
I’ve seen you smile like a baby when you dance like Satan;
strobe eyes flashing and sun heart beating
out of time.
Rise up lonely man,
you can smile in the face of danger.
Step lightly into time-worn rituals.
No more the perfect stranger.
False peace lies like bones in the cellar.
Harlots and torturers bid for your time.
And there’s so little time left to find it.
Faster and futile Destiny dangles.
The cobweb seconds tick tick tick tick
Sigh scream sperm spear.
Reach the thin gate.
Rise up lonely man,
you can smile in the face of danger.
Step lightly into time-worn rituals.
No more the perfect stranger.
