Ronny - Shriekback

Ronny there sucks the sun up

Fires the sugar-gun

Yeah, his random needs are something

Understand: He is not as we are

Made of salt, in the shape of birds, how he shimmers

There he sits by the waterline

Cement and jewels and his crimson robes of splendor

Days have passed without incident

Down the pyramids there is nothing else to see

And you know what they say: Nothing real’s ever lost

Throw thing away every night hereafter…

Coiling up in his dressing gown

With his broken teeth and the dirty water in the kitchen

What it is: He is paralyzed

He is sanctified by the god of nails and splinters

Certainly knows his way around at this murder scene

(Hid the bloody shovels in the outhouse)

Chastity and insomnia are a lousy mix

His nights are long

And you know what they say: Nothing real’s ever lost

Throw the thing away every night hereafter

And so we say farewell

He’s doing fine now

He’s a piece of work

What else can you say now?

The water’s deep

The water’s blue and his young wife is smiling

The sun is warm

His crimes are paid for

(Or you would think so)

Ronny

Ronny