Soma Bath

Powdered Heaven dressed in plastic pulled the shades down

on his eye. Pinprick pupils soaring skywards Offer him no

alibis. But then, who needs them? He's quite perfect.

Perfect body, perfect teeth that flash sublime and blind

the kids who Spread their legs for their belief. Who

cross themselves at the drop of a parable; Who scream

they're saved when they've touched his jeans Who swear

his wisdom's just infallible and beg for mercy -- in his

dreams... Another day. another sermon. Broken bread,

forgotten lines. A line for comfort keeps him human. The

needle trembles, band on tight. Another little

perforation ventilates him and paints him white. A

wordless song, a prayer to no-one but still he whistles

through the night. They found him on his throne of

porcelain. A rusty chain draped 'round his neck.

Incapable. Incoherent. His eyes switched off but a king

no less! The jury all wore black chewed razors. Witnesses

were D.O.A. O.D'd, amoral, senses skewered. Dribbling

lies and tooth decay. They declared his guilt. The

defence said nothing... sobbing as the judge turned blue

and washed his hands and said "Lord forgive us, for we

know not what we do..." "Drown in your soma bath!" They

said, "Drown in your soma bath! What are we gonna do with

you? Let the punishment fit the crime! We have the

technology. We got the instruments. Down! Down in your

soma bath..."