With the Dromedaries - Current 93

With the dromedaries, lambs and whore

He wrote him gardens, glistens the dreamers

If I had a wish to clear the dusk

And through the lunadisc

I would add perfumes onto paper

And sitting serpents smoking fags

Or doing speed, drinking mead

As plastic viking or driven raven

Her strangle, my pasts, off with my vanished head

Off with the armorial dead

Off to the burial ground, the round grave carnival

The dragon in the bolo bag, oh, Anis in lipstick

For salmon in high heels, salamander in drag

The pass nail to the mast of blood and blinks

The modular winks

From the armadillos amens or queens

Homosexual heavens on twin, and here comes counts

You are that judgement with what you are

You will be embraced by the kindness of the king

Christ descends, death above

Jesu god whose home is the cross

Humor little children, honor the hoop and the bell

And the apple and the ball bow to the crow

In the long horizon the naked woman bathe

But the mountains or the clouds by the tree Vaimas

Jades bob down to your drown

Whose your favorite model, wooden comatosel one?

Star scarred hair, have you clipped the knight?

Tight to your thighs, have you met her two cats?

Have you treated yourself to her golden milk?

One meal a day at night, let’s discuss denim

Or the weather of my dead friends

Who pass by my window as i scribble this baltod

I out of Babylon who almost snapped in Berlin

Twice nights ago, then open glossed onto

George street, I saw John pass by, his Hermes joins move

Uncoiling hipsters who then into Draco whose rathe arise

Beheaded wine, gardens aimed but the middle

But the midden ball’s eyes hindu slang, Yip kill, caesers, kaisers,

czars shatter

Lugal, lugal

From the thick step of the clock

The ground droner flies on horseflies and chestnuts seas

And fell beach, yoke torn from the night