the cat thief's first incantationthe civility of, say, a car wash crowdstrapped tight around your skin the thing you want to say one time to a man who finally has the grace you seek as you drive down your own street again and again a hammer hitting the same house can't escape the real of all the invisible duct tape on your mouth your feet bound each night with the ways you seek hypnosis like cable round your ankles and tales of violence ties your hands tight as a sunday newspaper a world your body rejects fast as draino or ipecac our useless actions the spreading gas and you see something on TV or deep into a span of stars and it's gone just because no one and nothing holds your faith and you have not been taught well, let's believe one night i have the powers of the moon and you're the dark and wild cajun swamp you've always been you know i'm safe as a secret agent and i talk dark and cool as motor oil sprinkle you with rose water turn your thoughts to midnight take the tongues from the baying hounds set the drums ablaze and command you to rise from the errant strychnine and subtle ceaseless bondage to dance beyond the ringing ambitions of merchants & clerks © CyberClemback to the race | iguanaland |