With a whisper beaten soliloquy
I drink the blood and roses

Between the black breath of Solomon
And Timothy Rice
I grasp what Jesus presupposes

It's the wilting of Rochester
Screaming for streams
That creates the idols

Only when winter relaxes
And fasts
Can love beat between the bibles

Ask for some cinnamon
Loaves of adrenaline
To vacate the vice of a breast

Hearts disconcert
As Othello once learned
When pipes lead constraint and unrest

Paranoia patches peasants
To swim in a stream of their own

Disillusion spawns an abrasion
That drinks down the marrow
A succulent sparrow
To please the king and his wife