Goetia
2007
Deofol– hear my galder
my apotropaic citation
and with each day Im growing older
I conceive the extent of sensation:
Alchemists under siege
diremption of an oceans size
let me introduce you to the liege
cause humanitys worth its price
Theyre privatizing holy water
the ones that have let you drown
Im killing each day my late father
and still his gauchery drags me down
Cant deny my bucolic roots
but I see my urban abilities
I will never lick their shiny boots
to comply with common formalities
Instead use kennings of mortuaries
in an ocean of lacunae
drink hot chocolate of memories
with this past mockery to defy
Abraxas, an empty tomb
a burrow of atavistic gnosis
salutary spells for her conceiving womb
collecting grimoires for my pyrosis
Murmuring citadels fortune-tell
me in situ stones and fonts
and phlebotomy cases a well
for the exorbitance of my wonts
Deofol, Im your fool and skald
hear my inviting defense
maculae on my gown emerald
I confuse future, past, present tense
