moon sammy

moon sammy walks across the floor

below the floor

there is a wall

behind the wall

there is a chair

moon sammy knows the chair is there

but that's okay

that's okay

you can do that - if you're wound up

full of tension

incoherent

your mouth is buttered with lies; you ask why

but you could call it enigmatic

all your thoughts about the chair are full of static

automatically

your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair

your body says moon sammy

can you come back? strum it

moon sammy washes in the sink

below the sink

there is a drain

the drain goes straight into the sea

the sink itself is porcelain

obsess yourself with causality. the information you hear is a loophole

technicality

behind every object is a mathematic; an obscure substance infused with a kinetic force

energy

an obscure conscience shoots a gun at the feet

the world dances

babylon

mystery

mother of harlots

and all these abominations of the earth

that sits on many waters

drunk with the blood of the martyrs of jesus

and i wondered with great admiration