Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
A hungry ache I can’t define, temptation slowly wakens
The primate of my dark designs, crashing through foundations
As Michelangelo with marble; masterpieces to be found
That bitter synergy of creation and destruction
We hoard our prime materials and obliterate them down
Above all truths, I hold to this: the coward does it with a kiss
Better then to weaponize, immortalize, to reminisce
Employ the agonies and ecstasies, declare them fruitful
Rather the alternative to have squandered, wasted
All the joy and chaos I have devoured by the spoonful
This routine I choose to justify
Meals refuse to satisfy
Yet still I bite and still I bite
Consume the fuel that hope ignites
Refuse to let the time lay waste
Just one, just one, just one more taste
Lurking in the arabesque of all the manic raving
A fact that must be camouflaged; the soul in need of saving
Something has to come from this, something has to give
Too long the burn has purged to ash
Left no acre room to cultivate, to live
So much quiet that I can’t abide, this great infinity of silence
No longer recognizing my penitence from self defense
Our love song… now an abyss; I’m infected from the sadness
The light has lost all meaning, it offends me with its gleaming
The exploitation of my inspiration — an unintended madness
This routine I choose to justify
Meals refuse to satisfy
Yet still I bite and still I bite
Consume the fuel that hope ignites
Refuse to let the time lay waste
Just one, just one, just one more taste
Yes, it’s too late to sounds alarms
But please believe I meant no harm
This routine I choose to justify
Meals refuse to satisfy
Yet still I bite and still I bite
Consume the fuel that hope ignites
Refuse to let the time lay waste
Just one, just one, just one more taste