Tapeworm

When I was a child they made me read

word-daggers of quiver and squirm;

now in the stumbling dark I see

I am a worm, silently fruiting your garden,

my sister ,my child .

Night casts ominous meanings on the purity of my soul

I feel devilish leanings I'm beginning to lose control

and the vortex sucks me in.

Steeped in sin I die

but am reborn.

I want to see the cosmos slip,

planets and moons collide,

feel gravity lose its grip...

it's all inside

All the dead husks are shattered,

my life-blood, my world ripped apart

in the laughter of space

it's all chaff blown out and lost.

Now I am making the pace

although I don't know what tape I'll cross...

maybe catastrophe.

When I cross the line

I know that I will find myself

or maybe you.

I am a man from the country of destruction,

I am a man a woman and a god,

I am my own weapon of kamikaze

and will one day cut through the

hidden knot

Feed me honey and watch me rise

to the bait lying on the knife;

if you let me I can hypnotise your life.

It's all really so simple,

my lover, my twin.

Hand in hand, sprinting down the highway,

running over the edge,

on and on into our doomsday;

there is no saving ledge

nor outgrown shrub.

Is this the way?

Out in a blaze of glory?

Some day I'll find the answer

some day I'll

end the story.