the Dragon Cycle: Recycled Yet Again

I. the Dragon Calls

another yule drawn to close 
they say a time for new beginnings: 
cyclical, born again, rejuvenated with the sun 
but it's all a game -- defiance in the dark's longest night 
and yet these are just passing notions, just words 
just words we rehearse and pretend at the meaning 

scant days in the new year, everything is fresh 
I'm daring to hope yet again 
but, again, this is just passing notion, just words 
like the scathing words you lash at me 
beating me down until I flee, hiding in the dark, long nights 

Off with this band that binds, but I know I will never throw it 
just cower in the dark, praying for change 
the strength to stand up 
defiant 

... the strength to ignore that siren song 
fucking white powder siren from the past 
who renders strength and words and everything else irrelevant 

praying to the gods out of desperation 
lacking the courage for courage 
...just want things to stop 
...just want things to stop 



and the heroine of the story promises oblivion 
so sweet... 
so sweet... 

II. Secret Lover

The voice is screaming at me again 
but I just sorta fades away, don't really care: 
there's a pattern in the ceiling tiles that I can't quite define 
it fascinates 
writhing in spirals and ripples 
spirals and ripples 
spirals and ripples 

The voice is yelling again 
probably saying cancerous things, but the spirals and ripples and 
gossamer wings... 
I don't bother to understand any of them 
just words 

Later, the echoes will resonate in my marrow, my head 
at least, until that secret lance of the tongue 
and an instance of pain and this orgasm will ride me through the bitter 

III. The Dragon Aesthetic

no amount of years away from the english catholic church 
can seem to break lying suppline in hours of darkest need 
even though my Lady Bitch has no mercy for my weakness 
desperate times, desperate ways 

so I pretend I'm a poet awash in the dragon 
write my stains while the world rages on 



I'm going nowhere fast 
and everything else moves further and further away 





I am lacking authenticity because there is no dragon aesthetic 
only Midas Art, where everything I touch is written in lines of shit