Down There - Barry Andrews

It’s a cowson

Everybody says

That it’s a bloody mess

You just get used to

Gazing into

The filthy heart of What There Is

Makes you wanna look away

But I refuse to

Crazy moment

Maybe a rush of sugar to the head

I can hardly see

The walls are paper

Come on my beauty, crawl into the wreck with me

We’ll have the vaccinations later.

We’re going down there…

We’re going down there…

Chimp brainstem burbling to itself —

We got the carpet burns of Soul Abrasion

I walk the streets

See the living terror in a million eyes

I know it’s not just my imagination.

Sometimes an explosion of birds

Sometimes the shimmer of light

And the world itself

It blows right through you

The crumbling concrete lashed with rain — the peeling wall

This is the stuff that you can be true to

We’re going down there

We’re going down there

We’re going down there

We’re going down there

Sometimes we’re only the action figures of ourselves

This is the sort of thing you couldn’t make up

Banality is the camoflage the God wears to walk unseen

It’s a very funny dream, sometimes we wake up

And we go down there

We’re going down there

We’re going down there

We’re going down there