Dark Forest

At last you have come
As I knew you would
I have been waiting
All these years
For you

And now
I am talking to you
To You
Right now
Here at the Cinema Museum Elephant and Castle

You with the eyes
And the scars

Do not glance around and suppose that I mean
Someone else
I mean you

Are you happy at last ?
You look happy
Not like the last time I saw you
Covered with filth and blood
Sitting on that immense velvet throne
In the art nouveau castle
Whilst the flood water lapped at your cloak
And the smoke plumed
Over the forest
The vaults
The bolts

Listen
In the chimney you will hear
A dead finch
Flutter into spasm

And far below in the orchard
The secret police have come
To investigate the mysterious crime
On private islands

Life suckers at the crematorium
Ethnographics in the crypt

Yes, it was hard to find a vein
Under those blue lights
At the art nouveau hotel

And you in that enormous chair
With the ghost helmet
And the clit spasm
In hopeless rapture deluxe
Flinched
Flinch
Felt Pelt

With the chrome buttons
On the fur gloves
The hands of fur
The eyes of fur
And the blood harvest of the ghost spasm

And the muffs
Hepatitis X
And the smell of singed hair
The resurrection
The night loss
The blue kittens under the ice
And the dead eyes of the gypsy slut action
And the peasants trembling in Marxist lust
And the wolf convulsion
And you in that vast art nouveau throne
With the spires and the tower
Spiral pleading
Incontinence

And the forbidden crimes
Of the filth pilgrim
His thighs enflamed with hornet venom
Vermin
And ectoplasm squirting in magic vengeance
With your face as white as milk
And the flood water lapping at your muff
Half man half tick
In spasm of proletarian ectoplasm

Haunted by life
In the electric art nouveau torpor
Beyond redemption

Hither and thither across the ice
Moving like a Marxist sex legion
The castle burning in art nouveau rapture
Drugged in that plush deluxe throne
With blood lapping at you calipers
And you were singing !
You were singing in the flames

So, imagine my surprise when you walked in tonight
looking like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth