deliverance (ice age)

as the cold sweeps over me,
i raise my arm to the sky.
my hand outstretched
and my head raised
to the dead, grey clouds.
eyes closed.

body temperature drops
and feet are turning an icy blue
bela lugosi
and boris karloff
loiter at death's door
awaiting my arrival.

a circus of freaks
with flashing red lights
and loud, distorted music
and laughter and tears and miserable disdain,
lingering in the air all around,
where the paint is made of latex
and the tears are thick red
and the walls are falling
and ceilings are collapsing
and the children are crying
and no one cares
and up is down
and everyone's laughing
and spinning
and dancing
with broken smiles
and dead black eyes, overdialated
to see in the dark...

where the music plays forever
and the world spins
like a confused, drunk man
on a backwards axis

hot humidity
intercourse in every corner
so loud, constant
but the music dominates

the high immobilizes every muscle
and death begins to set in at last
and all that is heard is the sick laughter
of the sad clowns
and red flashes on black
and everyone's getting closer
while farther away...

and for the great last second,
an angel's face,
rivers down his eyes
calling, "home, come home"
screaming to come back
"please, don't die..."

yes, great creator, deliver me to this hell,
deliver me from this cold, dead world
let them lead me to the circus
of relapse
and distrust
and hate
and neglect
where everything is too humid
and there's no oxygen
or exits
or tears.

allow a dirge for my spirit.