Lilac Queen

Comet streams and the rocket scenes

And cyclone-turning seas

Thy foes profanely rage{SH 49B}

Hands washed, Pontius-Pilate-clean

In proud Euphrates' stream {SH 504}

Where no one knows my name

I'll be long, long gone

"On the slopes at Courchevel

The news from the Gulf War is relayed

By loudspeakers during the intensive bombardments:

(-J. Baudrillard)

All moon-rides, lifts are full

Go search the world beneath. {SH 300}

Cladding breach at 3-mile beach

All spent fuel pools are full

"It's all the same to me--

I'll be long, long gone"

I'll be long, long gone

In such fell repose, you suppose

That mouth will finally close

When you're long long gone?

I was born of a thought of mine

I was the ISIS flag design

You were a Lilac Queen

Paddling through your empire's streams

I was born of a thought of mine

Born of the stillborn heart of mine

You were the Werewolf King

Peddling round your sapphire ring

Soon is the swing of the Hammerhand

Same is the low-flying day of the Vultureman [ibid]

Circling the earth I go

Slobbering out of my oatmeal wisdom:

Nearer the boots to the stolid floor

Or restless thought to the waves of a foreign shore?

Racing the sun, I rose

Hastening lest thy gates be closed;

(Racing the sun, I rose)

(Hastening lest thy gates be closed)

(But I, I was born of a thought of mine)

(I was born of a thought of mine)

But I find that there is time