Jacks Candlestick
Luminosities of candles follow drains of ink dye
Jack Ripper begotten creature under London’s river
Putting fairy teeth into lanterns of moving light
Down here we take of all that please in harvest night
No speaking when teacher shows us the carving cleaver
If night be ever dark our hearts betray the minds deceiver
Mother dances with death as we purge our sins in the house of the burned
Stand for Jack Lantern takes leave so we sit to reflect on all that be learned
His cloak of tails floating snakes that none follow
Precision of time to teething minds he alleviates sleepless hollows
The crime science he does teach to widen the trials of passion borrowed
Meet and greet the skinner of Fleet street
The barbers razor must care not to sever the throat
We put the knife in hands of nurses but say no violent antidotes
Look but do you see my suckle bird so free in-between this Thaumatrope
Free bird of feather fly together as two spin one ties the rope
He makes them swing as we paint rainbows on their toenails
Once so alive now the soul did hide somewhere in their fallen tails
Pretty dolls hanging trolls with coloured hair and pulled off faces
We play hangman with stags and use toe tags to make necklaces
Jack must go back to hide the footsteps we left in those places
No trouble when those above are so loud in talking
Masks of pain cover our shame hide us the night our friend when stalking
Take of you we will when you sleep and life leaves you a bitter pill
Cloth that soaked in stolen air from throats we hold at face till she still
No matters pending for we the never ending story of leftovers to giving thanks
If all my demons be souls not leaving then no Indian giver be I when storing bodies like banks
Sacrifices made today will ensure tomorrow have more time for harvest to grow
Give us back the Sun you stole only night here as all goes cold
He has not returned in a full rotation of our hidden eye in the corner of your sky
We will come forth from graves to enslave what love will wave goodbye
We start in chapter to sing the tune of old London carols
To ferment the body we pour with wine in barrels
Skeletal bone structures designer conditioned destructor
Human headlamp my music symphonic wind instrumental conductor
Beneath our context relative subliminal obscene
No songs of open throat to meditate our typhoon under-verse stream
We polish eyes to smile the shine so pristine
When the doubt sets the mouth to speak of the quiet Christine
Taketh of smite spoken in houses we grab of lungs and change minds that nest
Follow lines to life then place pyramids on east than west
Last be middle centred then right a twitch be best
We knock to each chamber where thy punished be lost
Each the star of 3 his land be free of no cross
Time remains but this skull with bones now memories you forgot
Speak no more crow of storm we have the mark of birth to rebirth the lost
They come with me under towns of dust
Where heat be waves as wind keeps thirst over lust
They hang as I sing so those who sign can listen in
Hear the word of no book in verse of tunes that remove the curse of sin
I hum the notes of ocean in motion of wings that flap in breeze that fold without crease
Gentle it travels in all direction the compass spins by nails of beast
Round we go the opposite rotational spin so earth keeps floating to me
