Something prevents me from gaining my fortune
Expensive attempts to escape on the town
Those evenings when all was decided bodegas
Could solve life’s dilemmas served cold in the doldums
Something prevents me remembering fully
That my time is enshrined in a snow globe of Xanadu
Sledding down hillsides where rosebuds collide
Inducing the scent of my pantomimed fears
Something prevents me from trusting entirely
Faith-plucked are mine eyes wailing blood river tears
While the wise men stride peacefully pacing their mountaintops
Watching high from above the ants scurrying senselessly
Or the girl who once claimed my virginity dying
How I knew that she would not stay buried for long
Rose again three days later to say it was over
I told her to cry wolf whenever she wanted
Something prevents me from learning my lesson
Embalmed are my silly, fastidious ways
Like the sparks of flint frenzy flick forth rot bukakke
I’m devilishly dim-witted with nothing to say
Something prevents me acquiring freedom
Intolerable role play that binds me in chains
My disheveled mask boasting bloated illusion
Veils the fact I’m no more than a misguided slave
Something prevents me from finding forever
It comes only once and is suddenly gone
Exceeds conscious dimensions and then on toward oblivion
Blazing Forward & Backward & Sideways in flames
Euclidean planes stretching further (En) further
Until all is lost ‘tween the vectors beyond
Affine transformation of faith and of reason
Carries critical mass though there’s no explanation
Something prevents me reclaiming my mind frame
Try not comprehending, there is nothing there
Goddammit! There’s no plan! No final solution!
Only maddening Holocaust dreams of despair
Some vaudoux conspires to prevent my release
From the shackles I’d come to carve during my life
Let my ti-bon-ange find its Parinirvana
Written down in the pages of Bardo Thödol
Yet some past life prevents me from entering paradise
Forced passed the charade gates, turned loose once inside
Where the Nazi three-ringed act of pine ripe skull pestilence
Wholly douses my sense in complete iridescence
Blisters bursting now drown me in pustuous rebirth
Angry horn sounds, surround the town, tear its walls down
Draw the sword of attrition and slay Babylon’s Harlot
Till her scarlet menstruation reaps the spilled virgin ground
Something prevents me discovering Saigon
A cog in the wheel - proletarian man
But the theory sits marred by an act of Uniqueness
Take one cog away and the wheel will still stand
Something prevents me from casting my lot
Though I’ve got quite a lot of support recently
Rip the robes of my piety swift with expulsion
Exposing my flesh to the crucified air
Something prevents me from seeking conviction
The gun smoking in my mouth can’t prove a damn thing
I was there when the innocence finally departed
Sentenced me to damnation bereft clemency
In these hells I’ve laid claim! Just to prove my peculiarity!
Grotesque my bones immolate idiosyncratically
Though I no longer say prayers to save my condemned soul
My insanities translate through word alchemy
Something belies commercialized enterprise
It implies the world’s fine – what a super-sized lie!
Shall I turn a blind eye? Change the channel and hide?
Drowning innocent lives in a cupful of cola?
I see something’s not right, pleading faces in need
By the hand of my own greed they die everyday
Massacring starved babies with the broadsword of ignorance
By pretending fine wine is by far more important
Still something tells me - breathe a bit more naïve
Throw aside useless guilt and wash poverty’s feet
Be ye kind, ye shall find the kingdom of the meek
But before I can hear I must learn not to speak
Listen closely! What folly! What verbal castration!
Such enfant terrible from supposed adult lips!
And what’s worse those cursed lips disperse re-hearsed redundancies
Lathered in snake oil, well-versed in hypocrisies
Something still lies in the bed that I’ve made
An imprint of a dying desire still remains
But the coffee pot’s cackle dismisses those wishes
Teasing me with its caf-fiend reminders of failure
Something I lost long ago again finds me
A knave once was I with no need for a cure
Now I know that no one can surrender completely
Made to bathe in depraved swamps & wash with whore spittle
Something prevents me authentically caring
Falsetto affection, ambitions debased
I tell my companions I covet their friendship
When deep down inside I could give a shit less
And I beat on my chest until swollen with suffering
Crying “Let me abandon my blasphemous ways!”
Like a hen clucks her frantic farm-laid fascination
Begs the farmer to steal revealed yokes of her name
And so onward Odysseus, I draw up my anchor
Drink the waters of Lethe, sailing far distant shores
Navigate Scylla & Charybdis, forgetting my purpose
Because something prevents me and will evermore.
