From the DadaWrit series (1987-1995).
Read into my wounds
the healing of the loveliness
touching the egyptian soul within all of us
knowing that the e-luv eyes cannot lie
I feel her touch, and know the law is true
Beyond the capricious silent night
Carols sing into the night
Leaving you and me alone
Can’t stop the feeling now
Reach into my bag and stop me with the filling
The glass comes up so heavy now, reach unto me
cannot fill the magnitude of the dark
Sinking into the depth of the dark knight
until you can’t reach me anymore
Then so many cows cannot read grammar anymore
Bite the bullet and then move on to producing
It’s one big sober mess
And you can’t do anything about it, until you do it
That is give in, turn yourself in to the feds, or rather, I should say “The Feds.”