dandy lion moon child

Black tailed
Stressed grease & creased
by railway tracks
hits and coffee
breaking my back
and flawing me
Give me a stage to
ascend to
Lets turn tehcnicolour
Against backdrops of black and white
and grey city oil slick
distributors and gatekeepers
Keeping the flood of faces
Waving as they flicker
Into sharp focus
Glittering each one
Each note strumming
Wizards stirring at a round table
I'll be your high priestess purring
I'll tell you about the blackness of light
The darkness I fight
And we'll dance like birds in reverse
I'll turn to the white light
My mask has melted
I am baptised in sweat and tears
and prayers to be true
MUSIC