Come Possess Me in the Rain

The conduits all say that I invented myth And magic all in one breath. There is a mist in the cold air On a Greenwich Village Halloween night I cannot feel the electricity Only the forceful druids, and the chanting wish of death They hold me up and say Come Possess me in the rain Licks the cold steel to my skull Possess me, with me Real and muted by the shame In an execution style parade What is the impression of a concrete stain? They are practicing Shakespeare They are faux Warholas and Bohemians in sunglasses Without a notion of care And I’m in this shadow that you feel at the River Cold to the touch, blood like paste The arrows kill the stars in the nuclear waste In the air, decaying the ground Now I’m expected to love all As I’m pierced…