Babylon

 

 (A lone voice whispers)

I once heard a wild story of a rebellious seductive woman

Hailing

From somewhere dark

Down West Side

East Washington DC

Lost somewhere

In the middle of a seemingly never-ending night

While drinking expensive whiskey

After I landed from leaving my old life behind 

In Corpus Christi 

Wondering 

As I drowned my sorrows 

If my old love from Russia

Katalina Brzezinski

Would ever miss me

You know the ones

Those good old loose Mephistophelian nights

A story about a woman 

I heard

Who whispers so softly

It said

So captivatingly 

With magical words

If she only spoke your name

But once

No matter what you're drinkin'

No matter what you're thinkin'

What you’re wearing

Man or woman 

At the end of that long 

Good old 

Dark 

Seemingly endless Mephistophelian night

No matter how hard you

Fight

How hard

You look for her shadow

Over your shoulders

Left or right

After she's gone 

If she only speaks your name

No matter what pain

You’re going through

At the time of your naming

You’ll just be another poor

Tainted soul

She’s just done with claiming

I once heard of a New Age mystic

Now know it was her

When I was younger

In my prime

And drinking red wine

Lost in Downtown 

Memphis, Tennessee 

Lost somewhere 

Whilst talking to one of her devotees

Called Louie

In a backyard club

Filled with flashing strobe lights 

As The Eagles played live

Their mythical 

Hotel California 

In the middle of that night

That good old apocalyptic Mephistophelian night

He talked of a dark-eyed Bayou goddess 

Of who I should beware of these parts

A woman 

So beautiful beyond all compare

Who whispers so softly

So captivatingly and seductively 

To all who dare stare

And if she only speaks your 

God-given secretive name

But once

No matter what you're drinkin'

No matter what you're thinkin'

At the end of that dark seemingly endless voyeuristic night

It’ll be your soul

She’ll be wearing as a new fur coat

Before 

Riding out onto

The Great Cosmic Plains

In her Ford Mustang GT

As her Pale White Horse

For she heralds the dangerous Age of Cataclysm's

And when I was told

That unholy truth

Oh why didn't I learn

For her sweetly spoken words to me

Now heralds a bringer of a new dawn

Of divine encounters

The furious fire and the crazy fury before 

The Great Sensuous Cleansing

A new Genesis for the Flesh

Before True Peace and Love can return

I once spoke beer brave

To that wild rebellious woman

Sitting with the aura of a blazing midday sun

In the corner of an empty bar

Smiling like a snake charmer 

In Down West

East Washington DC

As she drew me towards her

Then whispered so softly

So captivatingly 

And spoke my spirit name

Making me feel like I was drowning

Swirling 

Lost 

In her soul's ever-expanding universe's bright lights 

And these are my last words

That I'll ever type

As I now patiently wait

Like Louie

Another of many new slaves of her New Age

For her rhythmic 

Two one Two knock 

On my front door

For after she said my God-given secretive name 

That night 

Outside Bar 32

As we French kissed in the falling rain

And all I can now do 

Is wait in vain 

For my poor soul has been well and truly claimed

By Babylon

And my soul purging and grand cleansing

Has just begun

My own version of a new Genesis

Now I'm alone 

But patiently waiting 

Hiding 

But just staring out

In the long shadows

Watching for my dark-eyed Goddess 

Called Babylon to arrive

 As the morning sun rises

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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