Trachomanic

It was fate that brought us together . . .

The common man needs company. Needs empathy. An understanding companion. At first one becomes content with their lonely surroundings. All the friends they need are the four walls surrounding them, and if they're lucky they might have the luxury of a limited pictorial view of the nearby landscape given forth by a small window. Fuck them for the lack of a view, but they have been spared the lowest rung of admittance due to the limited decency to allow me a guest.

I had my doubts. All creatures pose a threat. All are hideous at first sight. Take the time to understand, to query, and the opinions change. In this case, it was for the better.

They still hold the right to allow him in or out as they please (I wonder how that makes him feel). We might be in mid-sentence.

He leaves sugar cubes behind, stashed away in his pockets. Sustenence until the next arrival . . .

But it becomes painful as time goes on. The need for communication in the midst of my ongoing "upbringing" is almost dire and of utmost importance. I only have a few hours left, and all I ask is for a small bit of shared breathing space.

Why do I get the feeling that there's something dangerous in our palaver -- -- --



TRACHOMANIC

*Written and performed by Peter Kean ASCAP*

And when I want him to stay
He's nowhere to be found I know he's looking at me
Seems like ages ago
A fool who was afraid of making angels in snow

I feel for the first time
Shed the old skin for the last time
If he laughs at me
I'll die in disbelief, disbelief, now answer me!

Dowse the fire and pray that
He can't hear what you say
You've strayed off course and you're dealing
Hands with the devil in your disguise

I've got wings in my teeth
There's a tickle in my throat and I see static beneath
My skin is falling away
I option for the side that makes it feel okay

I see for the first time
Eyes are like pearls in the dark they still shine
I reach out to him
Embraces me with his infinite limbs, infinite, now run with him!

Dowse the fire and pray that
He can't hear what you say
You've strayed off course and you're dealing
Hands with the devil in your disguise

Praise in foreign tongues
Cut my blood to run
Burn my flesh in fire
Any wish, want, and desire