Sunlight burns the walls to black
Angles and dimensions melt
While colors drip and pillows crack
Reflections of my memories
like pictures pasted on a sheet
A ribbon film of separate frames
lying curled up at my feet
The film is just a snake design
and the photographs are fading fast
These are not memories of mine,
I have no future and no past
I have seen a thousand afternoons
Like sugar crystals on a spoon,
they disappear from sight
Gray days from the crispest
And I like to draw the face
tells the jagged lines which way to go
A black and white description
of the sole survivor of the holocaust.
Do you see this paper face?
It has no color or no mood.
My eyes are ageless as am I.
I need no sleep, I need no food
I am a king, but like a child
The other children laugh at me
Tongues of fire, wagging wild
They dance around me merrily
and if I fail I'll kill whoever I can find
And then they'll beg me to be kind
My eyes have seen far more
This planet plunged through mushroom
I know that my sweet Jesus