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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