Devil on Main St: Orange County Fires of 2017

While you were singing your country songs

I️ was drawing the devil card from a deck of mirrors

I️ saw you broke a bottle of black stars

where the sky and I out poured her heart

fog, portentous clouds of storms obscuring the tower face

Ahh, at night I roam the pall anew that sized her lungs and obscured her dark.

And all she felt was true
and all she sang was true
and all she loved was true
that ballad cracked of forking heart on main street I had heard

Hierophant, Last night I️ heard the blossomed saddened tune

Me and my rat had walked down streets of Trieste and feasts to observe our statue

Oh, gloriana Imagination is the child crying

we walk a tone down Main Street's breadth to hold respect and Lay our sorrows at your feet

Beth sings songs of unborns and the old
your calumny was told
ah, the empty streets were singing
and I don't mind
the semantic tick of time
your loneliness and mine
were holy cities
and if you go
I'll never have to know
inside the orange glow
where the ash had shinned like snow

All those dark eyed lovers, hermits, at the railways sing
It's midnight special drinking for the hanged man and the dream
for what if that midnight train, it might never come?
Haven't we arrived somewhere else already
is this not Missouri or Marcelina?

Oh, gloriana gloriana the empress now does take your name
but could she ever really take the shape of a woman maimed
like Duessa, like Duessa so does pain
sans joy sans joy sans joy all my love's in vain
like the blues men say

Beth sings songs of unborns and the old
your calumny was told
ah, the empty streets were singing
and I don't mind
the semantic tick of time
your loneliness and mine
were holy cities
and if you go
I'll never have to know
inside the orange glow
where the ash had shinned like snow

So tell me magician
isn't it prosopagnosia?
Haven't I heard it all before
King David composing hallelujah
french singing troubadours
Facsimile of sadness, Verisimilitude of joy
I've reanimated the great emancipator
He lives on Main Street, does exactly as I️ say
and whipper wills are perch upon a branch that's in my lungs
and in the 55 I hear the Mississippi
so convinced that I know myself when I feel you near me

Beth sings songs of unborns and the old
your burdened heart was cold
ah, the empty streets were singing
and I don't mind
the semantic tick of time
your loneliness and mine
ah my eyes were hacking
Beth sings songs of unborns and the old
your burdened heart was cold
where the ash had shinned like snow

oh My Duessa, it’s another Cloudy day

Main Street’s stiff as the emperors sight, consumed in air of flames

ahh, the smoke emerging from the Canyons change

all of us in castle, our loves an oubuliette of night
and before my castle some fool stands
the red cross night
so hard to see our guiding stars unlucked to be wished upon
at night, at noon, or at dawn
oh gloriana, gloriana that orange smoke that's inside of you
oh gloriana, gloriana I think it's there inside me too
so come, don't come, if you think that's true
we'll dance upon the rain dark streets
streets that are dry without a tear
every steps a drop of love and sadness
every footfall's a splash of hate and fear
us be the flood of '38 washing it all clear

our waiting tears, our waiting tears
our vision it has warped
like eyes, like lightning our hearts and minds are forked
so if you just can't tell
you just can’t tell

Your face from form,
Gloriana or duessa? Hell?

and if you just don't care
well maybe you just don't know
beneath the castle shadows where the ash had shinned like snow