I Remember the Berlin Boys

I remember the Berlin boys
I remember the squalid squadrons
In their black boots and
I remember their ballgowns blooded
Whilst they tripped the foxtrot and then
Ball rooms sweeping the nimble
Quick-blood before them
Bounce the Baal still in that age
On that dusk page
Renown in Tyre or carnage
At the Baalissimo fichissimo
Turn of the tide
Whilst the Nodding God span webs
In the distance spinning

Like a twist of smoke
Or steam or vapour
And whistled into thе night face census
Blackbirds drone in thе skies
The message is I ran evil
Away with greenwood lads
Supplied by sidereal orb
From the burst hill house
I loved to dance like ants

When I was young in body
But old in soul, now older
And in vice I made myself out of ɣoητεία
I invoked the Pick-Nick Daemon
Into my loins and hoped
She would know my groin
And eat me whole
And eat my soul

And drink my whole
And take all of me into her as
Great black time
The hooks were not shadows
The hooks too were real as rainbows
And kissed me like mist
And went down on me like fog
I opened my legs as wide as the grave
And said "take me and seed me"
Then I shut the dream
And counted out the flood
Regarding the armour of your karma

Regarding your darling face great to kiss
Your bramble disguised as Babylon
On Babylon
On and on we chatter
Whilst around us the clocks clatter
And the abyss

And the abyss shatters upwards
Into the perfect pole
Dance on dead and
Dance out dead
And flick fingers at the high rise island gashes
Animalise me and make me
Spell out your tell
That dread beast laughed at the dead feast

And licks his lips first
And then licks yours
Your mound on his mouth
And his star in your south