Where is the Wicked

Dwelling

 

Dwell it in the fields of old

Dwell it in the land of brothers

Dwell it in the mother’s crate

Dwell it in the name of the Lord?

Dwell it in the city of dreams

Dwell it in the consciousness of all

Dwell it in the signs of Hebrew

Dwell it in the symbols of God?

Dwell it in the crimes of man

Dwell it in the heresies of women

Dwell it in the Queen of forbidden lands

Dwell it in the King of castles grand?

Dwell it in the poet who speaks

Dwell it in the dust that fell asleep

Dwell it in the cupboards of plastic

Dwell it in the hometown of clowns?

Dwell it in the madness of things

Dwell it in the narrow cast of mind

Dwell it strictly within them then

Whom Dwell according to their own will?

Where is the Devil

Hiding in my Soul

 

Does the Devil know what I know?

Or does knowledge cease to exist

Wherever the Devil plants a fist.

There is a drug burst inside

Chewing at the blood-stream

Of my weak bosom.

Where energy resides

Captivated by Spirit

In decline

Derided

Stupefied.

Being there does the Devil dwell

All-knowing of my distress

Disease cleaved unto my breast

Stomach churned like a beast.

The anxious spell is cast

Dipped in dirty fumes

The hot stew

Of a witch’s cauldron

Bursting

Alive or

Dead.