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CITY LIGHTS ILLUMINATE

THE SLEEPING MONSTER.

THE RAIN RUNS A RIVER

THROUGH THE NEON GLOW.

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WE LOOK THROUGH GLASS

AND GLAZY EYES

AT SOMETHING WE SEE

BUT DON'T REALLY KNOW.

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JUST ANOTHER BACK STREET

STAB IN THE DARK.

ANOTHER BLOOD STAINED

SEAT IN THE PARK.

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WE CAN TAKE THIS TOWN,

WE CAN SHAKE THIS GROUND,

WE CAN TURN IT ALL AROUND.

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II

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ESCAPING INTO THE COLD NIGHT,

WHERE FROST BITES THE ANKLES

OF ORPHANED RUNAWAYS.

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BLEEDING SAILORS

LAMENT THEIR PLEASURE

IN HOLLOW YACHTS

ON DISTANT SEAS.

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III

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JUNKIES IN PARADISE.

FREE TRIPS FOR THE OVER THIRTIES.

SOFT EXPRESSIONS

ON WILD FACES

AS HUNGRY AS TIME.

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IV

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PAIN FELT INFLUENCE,

LOST ILLUSIONS,

BORDERLINE STARDOM

IN A FADING MIST.

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UNEARTHLY ORGASMS.

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SELFISH PRIESTS

IN COLD SWEAT FAITH,

PRAYING FOR SALVATION

ON SILENT ALTARS.

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ETERNAL REWARD.

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V

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ANCIENT DREAMS,

GLOBAL SCENES...

THE YEARS ROLL OUT 

OF MY BACK DOOR.

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VI

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WILD MOVEMENT,

MEASURED RHYTHM,

THE RITUAL DANCE

FOR THE NOBLE BULL.

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INTOXICATION.

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CHAOS AND DRAMA.

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WINE FLOWS FREELY

TO NOURISH THOSE

IN THE TRANCE

OF HIS MYSTIC POWER.

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FAWNSKIN COATS,

IVY SHOOTS,

BACCHIC WANDS.

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WILD CONFUSION.

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EAT THE RAW FLESH

OF THE SLAUGHTERED GOAT.

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VII

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COLOURED SEASONS,

TRANSGRESSING WILDERNESS,

CALLING, FALLING,

INFLAMED FRAGMENTS.

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NIGHT BELIEVERS,

DARK DREAMERS...

SET ME FREE!

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VIII

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CAT OF THE NIGHT

IN WILD SURPRISE,

ROAMING THE STREETS

WITH HOLLYWOOD EYES.

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POOR LITTLE WHORE,

LOST AND FORLORN.

RIDING THE WAVE

OF A TIDAL STORM.

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IX

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STREETWALKERS, SALESMEN,

MOVE THROUGH THE STREETS,

HERD INSTINCT.

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SKY SCRAPERS, CONGRESSMEN,

LOST AMID CONFUSION

AND PRAYING FOR RAIN.

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THE BUSY LIFE.

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TALES OF THEIR

PREGNANT WIVES,

THE MORTGAGE

AND THE BREAKDOWN

OF THEIR CARS.

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X

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SATURDAY NIGHT DRUNK.

SUNDAY MORNING JIGSAW.

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XI

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TORTURED BY A FOREIGN POWER,

MYSTERY OFFERS A SILENT SHOW.

HEARTBEAT TOLLS A QUIET HOUR

AS WE TWANG THE ARCHERS BOW.

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XII

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CYCLOPS, HEAD IN HAND

TURNS TOWARD THE

EVENING SKY FOR MERCY.

SMELL THE DUST

OF HIS DARKENED CAVE.

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ULYSSES,

RACES THE STARS

TO DAYBREAK.

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XIII

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BEHIND THE SCENES IN TRIVIAL PURSUIT,

BEYOND THE CRIMSON ALIBIE'S,

LIE CHAOTIC MASTERS 

OF THE BACKWOOD BEAT.

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CENTURIES OF MISGIVING,

YEARS OF APPRAISE,

NARROW CHANNELS

OF RANDOM TORTURE.

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LIFE UPON THE SINISTER CARRIAGE

IS OPEN AND PROFOUND.

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RHYME WITHOUT REASON

IN A MAZE JUNGLE

OF SLIPSTREAM CURRENTS,

GRASPING, CLUTCHING A LONG DEAD LOG

FROM THE TREE OF WISDOM.

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XIV

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THE MASTER IS IN CONTROL,

NOT LOUD ENOUGH

TO AWAKEN THE DEAD.

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FOR THE LIVING KNOW THAT THEY WILL DIE,

BUT THE DEAD...

THEY KNOW NOT ANYTHING.

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XV

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FORGOTTEN SAGES,

WISDOM OF THE AGES,

I WANT TO FLIRT WITH

THE BIRDS OF PARADISE.

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I'VE DONE MY TIME ON THE RUN.

LET ME GO!

LET ME GO!

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XVI

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IN AN ANCIENT ROOM OF TEMPEST SET,

THE BLOOD BEAST SHARES

A THREE DOG NIGHT

WITH A THESPIAN PRINCESS

OF DIVINE BEAUTY.

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HOW TO JUSTIFY EXISTENCE

IN THE STONED AND STRANGE

HOURS OF THE NIGHT.

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THE CLOCK TICKING,

THE PASSING OF TIME,

HER WARM BREATH

UPON HIS FACE.

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HE CARESSES

HER SILKY SKIN.

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(c) Carlton McRae, 1987.

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