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When the moon staggers drunk to her borrowed bed And the wolfing devours the light There's a stirring within his well-combed visage There the Devil dances with pride Twist and shudder and jerk and caress And floorboards sing the carols of night A funeral march, and oh, it is sweet The pistol, the noose, and the knife Oh, it's been so long since this family laughed He's pondered between his naps And mother and father, they no longer talk The Lord has retreated, perhaps? "I must do like they taught me, to find the love Inside there must be some still Inside of myself, and of them, and of all Their outsides must just be ill!" A g

(A Dialogue with the Dead) Night comes in tatters now… Revelries of death and decay surround this hollow isle On and on their welcoming alms dissect me away from sleep Birthing stillborn children of contemplation Enumerated puppets of no fate, puppets of chance, puppets of finite self-realization Reclining unashamed before the unrelenting herald of endless black Endless undeath Come… when you enter a room full of human voices, what do you see? I see dancing skeletons, skulls under matted wigs of hair Weaved to provide a grotesque uniqueness to each animated corpse Talcum-powdered bones, bones everywhere, Distraught ga

How does it feel To love someone and despair? Tell me Never to console oneself with Gratuitous reassurances "If only I'd wanted to" "If only I'd tried" Knowing smiles Lovely alternatives Taking the carmine-painted hand Of another fantasy in black leather Please Enlighten me How would it feel To come upon a veil As resolute and immovable As Milton's God Descended like a swarm of locusts Upon the white-armed form of one's affections What would it be like To know that not even a changing of the guard In the stars Nor the sudden insanity of the sun, the domain of Ra Nor a folding of immutable time, bountiful space Shal