Feral aeroplanes
Stalkers of the drift
You float inside the hollow waves
Like sleepwalkers on the ocean highway

See the blind cavalry
In their concave masks
All lined up to fowl the beaches
Dead faces painted in the sands

They mimic themselves
Hiding in the wastelands
Empty figures on the crests of the dunes
The desert sculptures paying homage to the wounds

With broken limbs they dance
The snakes and their proud owners
On parade out in the iron rain
The sun retreats as the caves drink the rivers

The feral aeroplanes
Chasing the winds upon the ocean highway
Gliding on raw silk
Cheered by broken clapping hands

Your contaminated majesty
You live in my wounds
As I feast on your red dirt (scooping out your tunnels)
I find no answer to your riddle
Your matches spark close to my eyes
While I'm smoothing out the sands (leaving no trail)
In your dry alien deserts
Filtering out the stones on your prairies

We jumped off the cliff
You wanted to prove your luck
You came up clean (through the white noise)
I drowned close to your loathing
Your broken monstrous love (your jaded presence)
Naked and bare like a knife
My bed is a tomb
I live in your virulent womb

The wounds are leaking equivocal fluids
Flowing through a pale existence
The atmosphere that holds the heart
Is the black dam that subdues the tongue
A downward slope to the archives

Within lies the story of our decay
Ripe and complete, so address it now
The speechless mouth, the withered tongue
The crests on the path to the archives

The scented words, sent across the distance
They pare the walls
Coating the perfume in between the bricks
There was no gold in the rivers

The cold vault
The sparkling red sun is trapped
In the quiet room, the sound of the nervous moons' pulse
The walls cave in
You coil yourself around the earth
A downward slope to the archives

Beneath the seas
The roaring core of the will
And the cliffs have gone under

An array of thoughts
A veil of contempt
Vivid and fluent

The inner traveller
Sneaking away on the
Sinking ocean trawler

Erased horizon
The toxic birds fly
All silent and hostile

This is a seething sea
Under an erupting dawn
A dawn of disdain

The mirrors of the will
Dormant as withering trees
That quiver and breathe
My self-loathing overflows
The watercourse

Dread swims through the bloodstreams
Floating back into the past
On the drift, voices wailing
A tone-deaf choir praising

It rotates inside the tomb
Coiled around a broken ladder
Infants swirl inside the womb
Retracting to their dense rooms

The taste of old words
The heart recoils and repents
Infected water spoils the well
A telescope through to hell

Inside my spacious cellar
I do not shine right
The blue light's smooth
But it's a dense void
Beneath my tongue, raw screams
I swim behind the lies and moan
The blue light's smooth
But it won't shine right

The stained internal sculpture
The holy infant inside the sun
A dead flower blooming
Listening out for the end

Inside my spacious cellar
I do not shine right
The blue light's smooth
But it's a dense void
Beneath my tongue, raw screams
The crude voice of the soul
Underneath my hunger
My hermetic fowl interior land

Picture sordid
It's all like pure pleasure, light and laughter
Hear the constant sneering
We will stay clean no matter how much we wade in our filth

Peacocks used to walk this lawn
'Till all our lost treasures came back full of ash

With the fortunes granted us
We entered the house with the dishonest entrance
Busily betraying
It spat us in our eyes; it cleansed us with its nest of tongues

Peacocks used to walk this lawn
'Till all our lost treasures came back full of ash

Our eyes are behind us
And the sky licks itself away
Our eyes are behind us
And the sky licks itself away

See our scoundrel flowers
The disgrace as we present them gleaming in the mirrors
A swarm of birds has slipped off
Dressed purely in the comfort of our skin

Peacocks used to walk this lawn
'Till all our lost treasures came back full of ash

My eyes have fallen behind
As I lick the empty skies
My eyes have fallen behind
As I lick the empty skies

My shrivelled eyes
The membrane that has been given me
The freight-trains are all empty

I cannot be reached
The organism from the burning star
The buildings are all vacant

The colour of cool stone
Soaked in stale water
The withering eye has no desire

Dim light and dying fire
All within reach is tainted
Like the soul in the black egg

Under the lip of land
Underground tongues lie for you
From its arid breath
The fetid air seals the doors behind
The lamp swallowed the dark
The shadow's mutiny
Now swaying by the signs on the roadside

See through the fibres
The dance of love and fear entwined
On the face of the veil
And the emptiness beyond
Among the proud ruins
Spreading out their limbs
Grass growing from the inbred garden's grin