Old Skin
WE smoke the toenails and hair
Of the wiseman
Under a BLACKGOD's thumb
We dance like painted puppets
She bleeds orgasm in techni-color
An ocean of alien mystery
We eat the wiseman's eyes
For sight that we might
See the darkness if we kill
The lights fast enough
We eat the brain and pray
That our eyes can open wide enough
We burn the dry shell, a funeral chant
The pulse quickens and we dance
As the blossoms fall
A scattering of dust to the winds
This celebr ation of old skin
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