1/2 Asleep & Semi Erect

My good friend Michael Peirson sent me this poem, which I love:

1/2 Asleep & Semi Erect
(Listening to Coil)

The owl put on a pork pie hat. The witches were talking,
but (I) no one understood what the fuck they were saying.

All the sorcery stores were closed and I couldn't get the
dagger out of my face. Hang me in my bottles with one foot
stuck in lace.

Here there's space between my legs and, shit!
more milk on the floor. This is the way it is, the way it
always is. How holy! Your ear...

I tried not to surrender
& came anyway. A promise.
Another fucking promise.
With my fists closed tight
I arrived in Jerusalem.

It's not Albion I see
waving his white wings
when I take the root
in my mouth

This all happened without a word.