Son Of Gargoyle

I am the gargoyle in the recess of your mind

Sparkin’ white lightning, gonna make you go blind

I’m waiting here … impatiently

Petrified huh … you should have fucked me


I am the gargoyle and a stag of seven tines

I am Bucca Dhu in your abandoned mines

Careering through your adits, a lode on my mind

Gonna blast your tunnel, for payment in kind


I am the gargoyle in the alcove of your brain

Screaming in tongues, gonna drive you insane

I’m dancing down your throat to the beat of your breath

Got a back row seat for your grim death


I am the gargoyle inbetween your thighs

Ensanguinous glory sitting deep inside

I’m tickled pink to find your motherlode

Engorged and bloated, all set to explode


I am the gargoyle in the altar of your life

Ethereal gravedigger, I’m your trouble and strife

I’m your Mars and Venus, your plutonium fog

An isotopic landslide, your strontium dog


I am the gargoyle in your DNA

Replicant mutation for a bright new way

I’m waiting here … impatiently

Petrified huh … you fucking should be


© Chris Bond — 31 July 2000


A sequel.