Strip the lids
from sleeping eyes
And live in
sunlight forever more.
Peel the skin
from your bones
And let the acid
rain dissolve you
Into
nothingness.
Become shaman
and seer,
Visionary &
voyant:
Risk lunacy.
Descend from
heaven
And be born
again
From the
scalding vulva
Of
Sheila-na-Gig.
Burst rainbow
placentas
And dance on the
operating table:
Shake the
scalpel
From the
surgeon’s fist.
Steal fire from
Prometheus
And spit in the
eyes
Of scavenging
birds.
Be carrion for
Pan.
Fuck till you
are beyond fucking.
Drown in your
own juice.
Die and die and
die again:
Die little
deaths,
Die big deaths,
Die cinematic
extraordinary deaths.
Deify yourself:
Cut fresh
stigmata
In random flesh,
Rub sulphur in
the wounds.
Be a tiny thing
In an open
space.
Become Christ:
Allow yourself
To delight in
pain.
Enter love’s
threshing floor
And ask for
more.
Sing with the
sirens:
Rescue sailors
From brutal
rocks;
Be a lighthouse.
Turn yourself
inside out:
Scream till your
lips bleed
And your ears
echo
With eternal
tinnitus.
Ride freight
trains
Till your bones
play the blues.
Phone the time
And hang on
Forever and
ever.
Leave flowers
On the graves of
strangers.
Shoot your
television.
Grow old
Gracelessly.
Be impudent.
Embroider your
tent
With the names
Of everyone
You wish you’d
slept with.
Burn all your
money
On a beach
At sunset.
Break wind
In polite
company.
Rave on!
Dance to the
rhythm
Of your heart.
Allow the snake
That swallowed
your elephant
To masquerade as
a hat.
Borrow some
colour
From your
children.
Become employed
In a strange
occupation.
Find a road
That’s never
been travelled.
And always quit
While you’re
still ahead.
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