RED GHOST MOTHER
Red
ghost mother chased the screaming idiot savant out
to the black chair room.
High orifice devouring the empty space as carpet dust
floats minuscule.
Pre surgical hysteria swirls in the minds of lookers on
the waiting room is filled with crinkled eyes and
unread magazine.
The bathroom becomes refuge to the hypodermic recluse,
white room waits for thee.
And
now I hear the silence of the sun,
As chatter
blossoms faces come undone,
Irreverent and bold and looking on,
their fate they see and
I am the stage
that they stare as they wait for the
final play.
Aunt
Dorothy pull the car around,
in black suit silent
sitting down, through market street.
As window blenders next to me,
churn signs and shops and
autumn leaves, I fall asleep.
As mediocre monuments unhinge and blend all Dali-esque
A park bench turns to elephant, amoeba pulse ‘neath flower dress
A street light glows like UFO as rainbows show their
pots of gold to tired thieves.
As
clock hands slow undress the time of day and
morning’s molestation starts to fade.
The telephone rings, tattles what you say and I am just
the book that you read as you rough draft your
autobiography.
Should her theories fail to float,
she’ll quickly turn
the other coat and side with me.
And should she capsize far from shore
on half built
rafts of metaphor she’ll drink the sea.
The salty lie of lover’s moan, with belly full of suds
and foam
She lies on bed of roots and stone, fish eye nipples staring on
A light house beacon cuts the fog, her mermaid bottom
slow dissolves, she finds her feet and leaves.
Like
pyrite glistening golden to the fool,
distant stars are divination tools
astrology the science to define,
she’s reaching for the stars and the sun and the moon
for she fears what’s inside the mind.
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth