The Forgotten Man
This is a piece I wrote after a long creative absence.
I danced at Bohemian Grove with Molek and Lilith.
Owls were silently watching and weaving spiders out of their webs.
The Cremation of Care, a burning effigy sets Midsummer free.
Presidents and moguls and artists thinning the gossamer veil.
Nimrod fell before Babylon’s gates, as his dream drowned in flowing tears.
Time stopped, a fleeting moment grasped and then it slips through your fingers.
Alone, so alone it cleaves my heart.
The Rosetta Stone is broken, I don’t know what you are saying anymore.
The Sun rises but it is still dark, as I see the faint shadows of dead friends.
Trapped in a broken mirror, I was split into a thousand bleeding shards.
Sacrificing the horizon so that the past can kill the orphaned future.
No-one can remember me, that is my power that lets me do anything.
The Universe is sentient but can’t bear the burden of being aware.
Waking up, I realise God wants me to end the suffering.
I make a final supper of mushrooms and cactus.
Floating like an invisible ghost, through the forgotten Underworld.
He sees me approaching, but then forgets before I push the blade deep inside his soul.
Small revenge for what was taken from me.
The song finally ends, leaving a lonely echo of silence.