... for Papa Pole
Father I swallowed a dead star
It scratched my throat and left a scar It burned my organs from inside but it never left from my bottom side
Mother said this one will never quiet her open mouth is like a riot
So I kept my eyes down and despised Inside me a dead star fertilized
The hole grew deeper in my throat A hungry void full of coal
I went out and stole and lied and when necessary I smiled
My pockets filled up to the top with gold and semen and space dust with the excrements of desires and with guitar strings, bricks and fire
I took all that you would not miss Ziggy Stardust and the abyss
I stole all that you would not lack the coming crisis and the red flag
My hate is so deep I can not reach
I have deep dormant scratch to itch Too long has past and it might be late but there is nothing left to negate
And when I walk near bright fire my dead star erupts into a riot It moves inside me like a child Mauna Loa on my mind
There is no more blood inside my veins
The heat of lava burns in my face
The red fountain on top of my head flows
and the dead star gravity on the side of the grave pulls
I should have chased down with some milk the stellar remnants and fresh ink white gulp
blue gulp
gulp of air
but I’m still hungry I declare!
Tomorrow I’ll leave on a blazing rocket
To Sirius B
To Sirius A Electron-degenerate matter fills my eye sockets and a purloined letter burns holes in my jeans
Father I swallowed a dead star
It scratched my throat and left a scar It burned my organs from inside but it never left from my bottom side
Mother said this one will never quiet her open mouth is like a riot
So I kept my eyes down and despised Inside me a dead star fertilized
The hole grew deeper in my throat A hungry void full of coal
I went out and stole and lied and when necessary I smiled
My pockets filled up to the top with gold and semen and space dust with the excrements of desires and with guitar strings, bricks and fire
I took all that you would not miss Ziggy Stardust and the abyss
I stole all that you would not lack the coming crisis and the red flag
My hate is so deep I can not reach
I have deep dormant scratch to itch Too long has past and it might be late but there is nothing left to negate
And when I walk near bright fire my dead star erupts into a riot It moves inside me like a child Mauna Loa on my mind
There is no more blood inside my veins
The heat of lava burns in my face
The red fountain on top of my head flows
and the dead star gravity on the side of the grave pulls
I should have chased down with some milk the stellar remnants and fresh ink white gulp
blue gulp
gulp of air
but I’m still hungry I declare!
Tomorrow I’ll leave on a blazing rocket
To Sirius B
To Sirius A Electron-degenerate matter fills my eye sockets and a purloined letter burns holes in my jeans