Trapped between the devil's left foot and the drunken cherub's blackened wing

They've got free wine here – and I think it's nice enough
and I've nothing to tell you right now
I guess we've whispered all our frequencies
earlier...
even the green tongue fails
Figaro
& it's hard to even tell you
what exactly I recently bought
& these eyes are something I've known too well
well

what end to an end
to mean all the means...

& I can't play the piano again
not in the black room's
tower
the voice gets all tied up
in louse piss chambers
& all your territories've been thoroughly explored
pilated
illusorized
longed for...

the voices get dim in the lighthouse
but still – they've got free wine here –
we could drink for a million
years...

why tied to the mast & thrown overboard...

even the green tongue fails
Figaro
trapped between the devil's left foot
& the drunken cherub's
blackened wing