Sweet Sodom Singsongs - Hypnopazūzu

Should I scratch

Sweet Sodom Songs

From my sea view?

Is there rest or rot

In the mushroom cloudroom?

The burden

Of grasping that anchor

Like a child again

Living in a true fable

Mock those ten years after pilots

UtterGoddess, utter HER

In a swept dream I saw

Shirley as the Final May Queen

Surrounded by rage

I called MMM with my TreeBook

The Maiden was not the sign

But the mist on the King

Wetted the way forward

I couldn’t lift the Shadow

Ran to Red Pale

Hurting in violet fields with

Traces of space playing

In my lunchbox

It’s ToolTime!!!

It’s ToolTime!!!

It’s ToolTime!!!

It’s ToolTime!!!

It’s ToolTime!!!

It’s ToolTime!!!

It’s ToolTime!!!

It’s ToolTime!!!

It’s ToolTime!!!

It’s ToolTime!!!

Spat signs out for the halo

I listened to at 12

And unballed myself

Crystalline

For the Beast Beast waiting

In his temple of GhostGods

Glossed as «vernal pox on Demeter" —

Meant nichts—

Could have snatched flowers

Or pretended plutonic love

Confusing mythologies as ever

Dying in the dragons, spending

On shallow dogs on the broken beat

Their tails cracked for «population»

Or to make dregs of mountains

Better to kiss PussyWillow

With your DragonFly hard on

And OnProd shining

Laying in the depths of ghost