I Dance Narcoleptic

I dreamt I was as cool as flies
 A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon
 I dreamt, I tasted a legion of faces
 Drank valleys dry
 Picked up strippers in Jericho
 "Dangerous" cry the ends of the world
 "Storm alert" over the horizon
 Heard of Madame Max?
 Heard of Madame Max?
 She hides her gargoyle eyes
 Reflects torture and landslides
 Her carrion gun is cocked
 And ready for flight
 When Baal Storm shudders
 When Christ returns
 Megaphone ponies
 Shall snuff out the dead
 Snowstorms bawl "Baal Storm"
 He had the face of flies
 Flying over Nilus
 The crocodile river
 He has the gown
 That covers the drains
 His was the breath that unlocked
 The pentagon, pentacle apocryphal
 Over the queen
 Of England's prostitute crown
 Winds soar, loose choirs
 And whoops for massacre
 "Choirs of peacocks sing
 Breathe stars and count the dark"
 Dreamt of mounting dogs
 Gave birth to jade films
 The Baal Storm breaks waking
 And the massacre answered
 "The Nile is refilled with blood"
 Mixes harps with gun turrets
 The cruel head, his cruel scope
 Delivering saint fire
 Held the skulls of dogs
 Or wolves to the storm
 The Phalanx over the Phoenix
 Wings beating as if
 The world was swallowing itself
 Bred by Baal Storm
 Crippled comets wake
 In blasted bedrock
 Grinning at last
 The solstice sinks sighing
 The wheat fails
 And what remained?
 A beating heart spinning
 In the jaws
 Slavering in-between the teeth
 Of the storms
 Baal Storm, dust of days
 Brays rocks and tragedy
 First planned in empty time
 Before the Crown was
 On the King, before the finger
 In the ring, sing omega
 Before the stings arose
 And clambered in trees
 The mercy throne in the winds
 The poor dreamed earthquakes
 For breakfast boiled cities
 And laughed, sang mega
 Held torches and beakers
 Annulled their watchtowers
 Revealed their broken faces
 Knelt sore to the Saw Storm
 The biter of bodies
 The kill king, the proud horn
 Builds ramparts of flame
 Well are you fucking saved?
 Or just from above?
 Baptized with salt?
 Was God on your tongue
 Last twilight
 When the thunder hit
 And split your mind?
 Were you cheerfully spying for the guards
 Who tended your graves?
 Did you hinder Heaven?
 Around me now
 The olive trees sing
 And I dance narcoleptic
 In their brush fed the storm
 Sweet boy, sweet girl, sing omega
 Covered with silence
 And covered with stars
 Sing omega