It all begins with a show
Supposed to punch a hole in the sky
A verba volant promise to be made
Between the greater of two evils
Set price, different goals
One outcome
Release
Oxytocin keelhauling for the unwavering
Vertebrae
The floor was jam-packed
With broken bodies
Where it was alternatively supposed to be lined up
With candlelit tables upholding, sustaining
Platters of non-organic fruit and bootlegged
Bottles of cheap alcohol
Instead
Pure rock fury
Despondent initiation chants
Rites written for the travelogues of spacefarers
Homing in from another system
Laden with peculiar hominids
Dressed in bright vibrant colours
Contrasting with the usual heavy black
Of devout hard-headed concertgoers
And I had my go, and I had my show
Turned up tuned in dropped out
Came back to base to find my spout
Dripping with powered anticipation
Poignant fuck at four in the morning
Twenty minutes past the threshold
Of mother-fucking pleasure
