the showrooms of eternity

sweet jesus......I know the door is open
the streets
wet with the adhesive wine of blood and sorrow
call me back


this riff
this obligatto
this echo
reverberating
through the promise
of a moment
without thought ,
is offering oblivion
again
in the starlit showrooms
of eternity .
where
I , caught in another tribal ritual
watch
the shock jocks clamor
for attention
as the last train to xanadu
disappears
into
the
down beat headlines of tomorrows greatest hits

am a singin '........yessah ........am a singin
in this excruciating extravaganza ,
this cat walk
across the may day.........may day
streets
of another upscale suburban dream
smouldering
in
the burned out ashes
of
one more
fat cat's barbecue
stinkin ' up
the neighborhood
stinkin ' up the sky

but

the light lay flat against the silence
of her face
and
having found it's place of rest
it held sway
in it's own conciet ,
fulfilling beauty
while flirting coyly
with
this thing called
LOVE
this thing called
LIFE .
this fetal moment
waiting
for it's cue
it's stage right
stage left entre
into
a passing glance
a moment outside of
all those Uncle Tom
agendas
that hold this sturdy
vulgar
show together.

so !
fuck it , I said proudly
let's just get
a little and forget it all
and
start all over again
and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again ................. and again