I set the pyramids on fire

with a thought.

And watched the great pharaohs

go under me in a stream of glass

but now they are coming back.

Now I see pentagram stars

dripping black jelly.

And the dancing of swamp skeletons

lives in my rearview mirror.

Catch me in your net and kiss me

before I go out to the battle

of lost mobs who burn

through to hell in a tide of gas.

Crank the seats back

to a thick vibration

let the scepters of streetlight bulbs

quicken the slow blood.

Let it come

with a lightning lick of laughter

let it land with ten kittens

and a cardboard bag

let the apples roll

to magnetic blades

in the tips of roots

gold mask grow feathers in twilight

let the pious fold.