Le Fou des Bois

There is a dry canyon

Deeply carved with ivory scars

And in a dark house abandoned many (not so many) years ago

There's a girl -- her feet don't touch the ground -- fingers flexing in the darkness

A growl in her throat and ink-black tendrils crawling up her arms

Have you forgotten me yet?

All my lovers were there with me

And the Moon doesn't answer my questions

And the bus is far away

And the boat waits at the dock for days... days...

Somewhere I'm a jester lost in a slaughterhouse

And you're holding a knife buried in my stomach

And I'm finally back home! where my skin is buzzing

With the ecstasy of that satyrical freedom

Behind a fence in the woods

Behind the static cardboard cut-out

And buried where the lights don't reach

But the drums still echo

I've left something living in a graffiti-ed grave

And heavy lie beneath a mantel of stars

Wish upon a devouring

Splayed in the mud, stomach down,

Forgive every cowardly thing that I've done

Dirt in my sun-wounded ear

And tears on my cheeks

Never! never! because it's a bad signal-- bad sign--

Still my cowardly heart

Empty for its binding-tension

Because taming is scary

But I always take the rope

And so you are unique to me

All of you

I cannot explain it

My arms are askew and braced against the pillows

While I rest exposed in a room of strangers

And wonder where my fire has gone

Drowned behind the glass between the worlds

Only the child presses their nose against

Have you forgotten me?

I've been away you know

Blind and wandering

And twisting around other souls

With a hatred for all things human

And an insatiable hunger for all things human

Your phantom-craft is black velvet and sanguine

And I a hungry ghost with too many sharp objects

Perhaps the river yet runs through that canyon

Clear and true and unchanging

And I need a chisel and hammer to remove my sigil

Too tired to hold the blade at vigil

So the stars fall in virgin rain and without harm

C'est tellement mystérieux, le pays des larmes.