A Particle of Flesh Refuses the Consummation of Death

I go out in the city
On Madeleine Boulevard
I don't work much
And I have no money
But the freedom makes me happy
But I go in

I think she is a fever
She is Abdullah cigarettes
I do believe in the sound
In the fire of my voice singing
And I go in

If you could see
The divine gob of spit that has risen
A beam of light
A deranged and rusted incision
Just starts to be

Amen
Rotten child of Earth

I see a man
A mariner's caught in the reflection of his glasses
He's stood at the helm
He's throwing his gaze towards the future
A piano curve like a conch
And the flesh of an odalisque
The earth is moving out of orbit
The grey of the world
Is rent asunder
A chandelier of blood that flecks
The tip of the waves that he conquers
The ugly scaffold to which man is chained
Rent asunder
The cities of the world shudder and gasp
As the mariner powers on
We patiently wait the entr'acte

I go in
To a world detailed
In a verse I cannot fathom
And a rage I can't imagine
And there stands joy
But crawling below it
In the mire, is the poet
And I go in