safety pins hold lives together

Safety pins hold lives together : Part I

Fifty figures linger,
Flicker around their demi-god.
There he stands;
a single floating head in a sea of flailing hands.

All at once they open their mouths;
Big, black and cavernous.
The still air rings with banshee wails
In which He is exalted

Not flesh, but spirit,
The God smiles down upon the desperate.
The autograph is his word,
Their language
I stare into the eyes of The Almighty
Portals of Albion that want to steal me away
Nothing is ever enough
So I ask for an interview
I get what I want
He takes my hand
The red sea parts
The clingers try to linger
But they all slip away

My god loves my literary last name,
The one I promise he will never forget
Years from this kiss,
He will feel it on his tongue
Taste it in his mouth
Not because I am I,
Because I will be someone else
A writer,
Or a rock star,
One different from the others
God, he is not so different,
He believes me just like everyone else;
He with the power and the glory,
He with the thunder I would steal
If I could bolt fast enough
He who’s every smile drips a junkie chic allure
And is dragging me onto the bus