The Ambiguous Region
Floods and delusions in paradise
in nomine patris et filii et spiritus santi
the loss of a new arrival
among the Babylonian style rebellion
the find is sealed with a kiss
and new friends lag like nomads
the candlestick house is a
delicatessen
choosing the right candle for god
evidently involves wine slurping
and fiendish laughter
the reckless children scavage
on the back roads
in dumpsters
abandoned buildings
and the sun withers their skin
with a melting effect
the island that cares for
the daft and the dark
drifted closer
the nephilim
guard this constructed hellmouth
they are the revolting giants
of the damned
every soul here
carries disaster in their eyes
trust doesn’t exist
there are no books of guidance
no stone cut commandments
everyone is equipped with
barbarian strength
and poet are looked at
with disgust and hatred
they are a miscreation
and salt away in shame
in perpetuum.
(from Pistol Whipped, 2008)
