here you are for Mister Villon

Here are you now at the end of this silliness repetition of
addiction nostalgia for what was trying to come with false
gods to the place of peace
but this is not
what you thought it was
endless desire of perversion death and false flame
your youth's turned into a tide of waste
the cheap tricks on the boardwalk make death away to walk
bitterness ugly as a whore sleep Saturn
gaudy satry
in her doggy dress dumpy not like Caspar our
old Caspar who was your old Dada king and song
O the mantlepiece can't clowns anymore sunk
as you in the depth of depravity isn't time for
renewal and the wedding of love