Kings and Things - Current 93

Kings and things were on the

Back of my drunken house

Those days

Always mixed with stupid twists of tribes

Or times—

Make this your murder sigil mass

Twice—thrice—more—times than you can call

Spite my face

I dreamt the damned speed night

One stroke—two stroke—three stroke

War toll

Passion day in the horsie’s play

His mouth at bared kiss

The nihil trilling the hip of night

The navel of the ghost queen

Her mouth crowned with suns

Whilst it rains

Boats pour out into the waves of myrrh

Hymned myths and bullshit

The sarcastic arch of times

Diseased and deceased

Released cobras into your pure pur fires

Looked at her beautiful profile

As sweet as all the א Alephs א

Lusted for smiles without sheen

Wall or drops

I couldn’t buy my way out of

Bruises by this date

Qabalistic trickery unworks

The natural DrakBark

Whiskered and glitching

Electronic face of hymn her

Who is your night?

Who is your own angel?

Who is your own Name?

The stunted statue remains

Encolumned

Manhide lost to the bridgebuilder

And cenobitic grope from behind Maat

Running simultaneously to the Lupar tribes

In deserts in Afghan nylon skene

They loll and wait for Oz

To arrive in time for the theme crime

The notes and menus of the sage

On the ridge in his boiled shell

Barrett!

Emphatic you touched me in perfumes

And sugars and almonds

In the ded red night

There were ghosts in the bed

By the piano dead

Announcing Japanese slaughter

Arriving for beheading

The dogs roll heads with China

The cattes roll dead with the shepherd’s KillKill

The monsters all moulted of shedded hair

And feathers and skinned

And shifted into the greed of us all

Yesu Yesu Yesu

Nox Spelled right from death

Of motorbikes arisen

Dodged the bullets from sidereal Bimini

And enforced his own abbey

In and over the secret Atlantis

And watch

Oh clock

The cows climb domes

Spoon and belt

And bone and the night hounds home

En te arche was the arch

En te arche the archon