Down There

It’s a cowson
Everybody says
That it’s a bloody mess
You just get used to
Gazing into
The filthy heart of What There Is
Makes you wanna look away
But I refuse to
Crazy moment
Maybe a rush of sugar to the head
I can hardly see
The walls are paper
Come on my beauty, crawl into the wreck with me
We’ll have the vaccinations later.
We’re going down there…
We’re going down there…
Chimp brainstem burbling to itself —
We got the carpet burns of Soul Abrasion
I walk the streets
See the living terror in a million eyes
I know it’s not just my imagination.
Sometimes an explosion of birds
Sometimes the shimmer of light
And the world itself
It blows right through you
The crumbling concrete lashed with rain — the peeling wall
This is the stuff that you can be true to
We’re going down there
We’re going down there
We’re going down there
We’re going down there
Sometimes we’re only the action figures of ourselves
This is the sort of thing you couldn’t make up
Banality is the camoflage the God wears to walk unseen
It’s a very funny dream, sometimes we wake up
And we go down there
We’re going down there
We’re going down there
We’re going down there