Tonight make me unstoppable

Good Night and welcome to the city of great appetite,
where the stars are eclipsed by our electric light
burning bright under the brass cuppolas.
This is the glow we scribbled like
mad till the sunlight.

Stark words we would have sworn our sanity to,
made and bound to reform our world.
This lovely place turned into dirt and smut
and all we are is pigs in the mud, staring and caring
about damp love getting us through.

I’m at the station and swinging,
my body singing, my shadow dancing
and shouting in the way we really are.
There they are, dresses and skirts,
and legs and awe and fiery rejection,
which is just a reflection of the urge underneath,
have a taste, just prick the skin, cup your hands
and drink.

What you taste is hope,
sad and divine,
the recipe is love,
the task to make you mine.
Wallow in the light of that wish
to be one, to become undone.

Imagine that gun,
imagine that man,
who put it to his head,
and asked: “Why not,
why can’t this be done?”

Because looming in the back of our minds,
is the figure that descends from so high,
and laughs at the gods about a rolling stone.
Triumphant cry: “Anyway, anyhow, no reason why”

Let us take one last sigh:
Because there are eyes out here,
that Alice falls right through,
into the world, where we hold,
and squeeze, and wish so hard,
that this warm body will be our ride,
tonight, tonight, in the desolation moonlight.

Where two is one and one is all,
and we are but, what we make up.

Sleep dear City, great world,
grab my hands,
I’ll make you spin and twirl,
for that girl, that is two great sins
in one.

Mad man’s laughter:
“My dreams shall be done.”