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.