Christmas with the Channellers - Hypnopazūzu

I thought I had seen the Deep

And opened Conspiracy Books

Crooks of time open

And shepherds hear voices

Heard voice of eyes

Covered carved rose

Bracketed melted crux

Crutch kicks from under me

Under hills with skin

Faded like dogs dreaming

Of coming master dark dog

Creased in black jets

Felt the glans muscle

Into the clouds

Of pink and twink and skittle

Hurtle away

You groovy girls with Teeth

Cursed with Bloods Moons

And NeckLaces

I thought of Cats when

I almost entered

Bright Bowl Howl

And Cats in BrotherLove

More fun than the gun

Held to my head

Shift back to you NIGHT

I thought of the beach

Drowning in lights

Of the time it was 4 or 5

Short hours I slept

And damaged souls

Southern legs—the cramp

Kicks in like an ape

At the back of my neck

The cervix times

Faces in the sky

Dandelion and clover

Ventured into Persia

In that dream