Suicide by Cop [.SBC.]

We smoke the toe nails and hair of the Wise Man.<br>Under a black God's thumb.<br>We dance like painted puppets.<br>She bleeds orgasm in technicolor.<br>An ocean of alien mystery.<br>We eat the Wise Man's eyes for sight that we might see the darkness if we kill the lights fast enough.<br>We eat the brain and pray that our eyes can open wide enough.<br>We burn the dry shell at a funeral chant.<br>The pulse quickens and we dance as the blossoms fall.<br>The scattering of dust in the winds<br>The celebration of Old Skin.<br>I feel every flower that is screaming to consume me.<br>The Earth and Sky your cradle.<br>The Earth and Sky entomb you.<br>So is the way of forever.<br>Teeming with simple cruelties.<br>Beatings in cold rooms, hands and head not found.