Maquillage Civilization

Maquillage Civilization Come ! Quick ! Quick ! Cover up the tracks ! That lead to my doom Even the lynx watches blear-eyed the bald-eagle badgering badgers waddling down slithering marshes Curling wisps of mists torn shreds of time hug low down by dripping pines And I wonder at the long lost lines of pre-Stone Age Cave Men who have long preceded my own Come! Quick! Quick! Cover up the tracks! Am I the Cloned Monster of my dreams! Fierce thoughts warp my mind on wild backs And make my hand shake through weird themes Say, how many eons ago Did this entrenched sea-begetter of mine Binding metallic force on madraged muscled ego Take shape to terrorize the brine How many the magmatic engines hide under my gnarled hide I hear them growl and grind in my bowels Fizzing comets drill through memory-compressed neurons And foist the thoughts boil-caged in my veins Who are the unkempt ogling and babbling baboons Prising libidos through rousing neck-biting sex-twined clashes through gaping maw Come streamlined in a many-laundered thing The downward civilizing trek The paint on the wall held firm by the poisoning lead Come! Quick! Quick! Cover up the tracks! Nothing changes like Change! The Monster who lurks under the skin Is still the Master of my whims! Come! Quick! Quick! Cover up the …. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013