FIRECRACKER

I was dire in her hands,
She split into 40 syllables,
She looked like a giant tarantula,
Ready to inject me.

The truth of the ox floods through me,
Flecked in the undertow savage ridden,
Nothing exists except words,
Negro the sun, salute the sea.

I been down every avenue of truth,
I've got tunnells in my head carved by M.D.M.A.
I'm naked and shivering in a phone booth,
But I'll be back again someday.

Aunty Mabel's on the crack pipe,
A rat's nest voodoo virgo,
Now I stand
In cloud cuckoo land
Sailing on the sea.

I am London born and bred,
I built myself a London head.
Some people are getting a degree,
Some people are forgetting a degree.

My existence is hanging on a thread,
I am one step away from death,
Who will be beside my bed?
When I breathe that final breath?

The mad priest with a broken chalice,
Is squatting in the ludite's palace,
Broken with our final breath,
Into the iron jaws of death.