Hellfire

the feeling when the race was ran someone lost someone won i came and i stayed and the same ever since outside the freaks of the wilderness open in spring the time before time was the time to sing unidentified song surging through the brush transcription futile let alone the rush you miss when hunched and scribbling notes here no journalism is ever in vogue despite the attempts of doctors and sants none have recorded its heavenly grace but i stayed and stayed and stayed that race was ran thirty years back and each day since the same peel back the witness of a million catastrophes too see the spotty remnants each has left i forget in which cups ive pissed from which i can still drink tonight its so cold my feet are shrinking groping around for the sides of my boot its no night for the blind with all these sirens i envy the deaf mutes some killer on the loose again some idiot at large some chinese moose again an excuse for the sarge no sirens all silent the log cabins silent no killer either no creeks in the floor log cabin what cabin a shacks all i have yes my cubbyhole is stuffed with skeletons but my neighbours are stuffed anthrax where does that leave us i came thirty years back from salafessien via south schlagenheim to sunterum and sunterime the late sun sugars home town buried not far from here my only friend neighbor what neighbor my shack is all alone this pen changing lines one lite at a time blindness what blindness sweet blindness a little laughter a little silence a little magic a little kindness a little all over me yes me the first the last the everything no trace of anything no sin no life no fun no time to any fucking thing no one no yes no house no shack no a no b no c no et cetera no one two no et cetera no school no life no work no time no book no art no point no truth no use no friend no know no knot no hole no birth no end no real no fake no king of this useless nameless non land no end to this nothing nonsense non song no day set for my saviors arrival to carry me far across green waters above the sky or below the depths among the white cloud or red steppe or to fly forever in between lands or in between in betweens or in between no between or no nothing no saviour no journey no end a thousand years of no nothing hiding from nothing no reason to hide sins or not to sin no reason to pretend no reason to pretend there is not no reason oh yes blondie ran on the track 4 eyes got stuck in the rail the reporter was caught getting sweaty in the stable blondie gone 4 eyes gone guidos gone clerk gone chris gone tristan bongo the man who never left tristan bongo never left still here i stayed