Shamanka
2006
Ambient morning soundtrack, made for the lazy
its afternoon and my rooms been hazy
Plausible Celts, salty skin licked
mirrors to the animals, vistas so wicked
A cedar smell, the worlds not flat
I go to hell– now Im the acrobat
A growing force– I feel the pressure
I opened the source of comatose pleasure
Sarcophagus glory, a mouse for a gift
my cats true story, Ill wait for the lift
Psychopomps show the way to my king
psychonautic tunes pluck jimson weed and ling
I feel amber light and his dulcet attendance
self-indulgent night, now he joins my sundance
Everything is ever sacrosanct and true
your castrating kisses made me run into you
He comes closer, Im dowerless
Ovation to the composer, Im still powerless
A riddle. The keys. I feel the reflection.
A fiddle between sheets– I fond his erection.
Ambiguous verb, I hide in purple veils
I smell the dust of herbs, the truth he exhales
when he pecks the megaphone, fucks the droning amp
hits a higher tone for the trippy tramp
The titty twister that made the Teutons fall
he burns my blister with his ardent eyeball
Comatorium Debris showed me the Plough
I come as an abductee, to gather know-how
how to shuffle my eyes, sharpen my teeth
but I stumble in disguise, I cannot breathe
Nova reed, wrap me in a fancy sin
plant a seed into my grafted skin
He moans and I mean, that what Ive seen
will mend my mind, Im high on keen
Arctophile Ambrosia, vocalize my grief
Attached to abrosia I lately found belief
