Fuck thee Gabriel

with a trumpet forced into his throat
& wings polluted with SF air
he came upon a chariot of trashcans
& gravel
& of putrid fruit distinction
along w/ his heavenly-oriented
pyromaniacs
& some of them were
queers
& some of them were
hopelessly
jimjammed

he had wonderful sound
& light
technicians...

the famous
Lunatics&Drinks
the famous
red and white
catholic
boys...

almost made him look a real angel
crust
starfish...

sadly still not enough Gabriel...

"come thee, come thee..."
reverberated a million times
spiced w/ phasers and choruses
treated w/ a bow...

Dolby surround and 3d-vision
w/ the 4th & 5th dimension
added...

they obviously had no noise gate
too...
but the cameramen kept on watching...

"come thee, o tangled blue sinner... come thee, I'll show
you a good godly way... come thee and cease to resist...
come thee and take thy Master's hand..."

still not enough goddamn Gabriel...

well, fuck thee Gabriel
I'm a show you who's Master
'round here...

I'm a fuck thy ass
& stuff thy trumpet deeper
into thy slothy throat
to feed thy gluttony
writer's wrath
& maybe some
writer's hunger
& then some writer's
everyday wake-up pain
& then eviscerate thy goddamn
corpse
w/ some of the writer's
March
solitude...

& then perhaps thy angelic
majesty
gets
it...

& then perhaps it stops
fuckin'
whine...

I'm a show thee my own filthy
scene...
the one that wasn't Your-Chief-Directed...

well, fuck thee Gabriel
w/ a broken dildo
w/ a whip &
fellatio
too
& fuck thee with all Babylon's
serpent
twisted
grace
& fuck thee with a million volt tongue
& fuck thee with a million horsepower
suck
& fuck thee with bull's thrust
corrida on speed
& fuck thee with all my mistress'
sick
sophistication
& fuck thee with thy own very
escort
& fuck thee with the tree
that grows by my window...

fuck thee Gabriel, fuck thee three time
fuck thee Gabriel
the false pretty
angel
fuck thee three time by tree by tree
and fuck thee all sevens by sevens...

fuck thee who cometh to visit the writer
in his rusted dyin' bed...