I got three heads a talking

to me all at once,

and ain't no one voice is clear

all say something with a different sound,

all singing different hymns

all wanting something

all wanting me to reach their

own conclusion.

 

Concussion would help me to rest

 

I see clearly over hills round

the built up crown I wear.

In a city run at night by Desires

and moneys changing hands

as souls fall the gaps

all wild with the ace in the hand

 

Triple heads singing me to the rocks

and cracking my skull.

Twilight dances, as devils smile

and devils kiss.

I said I didn't want to as I did

As I do

 

Yellow round the pupils

I hear you wheeze

Yet still you pull deeply of smoke

And brown is your bed I leave

with foil for foot wear

Crackling as I step

 

Three heads singing different hymns

All out of rhyme

all out of tune

and hands spin from midnight to midnight

I hang from time

by my rattled spine

 

Ahhh I could have sworn I had the next dance

Was sure I held the ace card

But I awake to my pockets picked

riding round and round

Three heads laughing

As my eyes continue to fade

And dawn begins to rise

As my body winds down

As my heart slowed to a single beat

the bus turns into Trafalgar sq

I turn off the page

 

Three heads are a sleeping

and I've quit breathing

as St Martins in the fields

rings my goodbye.

 

 

 

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Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 5/08/2009 04:35:00 AM