Sleep Sigil 2 Coming Soon

Remember last summer…seems oh so very long ago…when Charlie Zero and I put out some music and poetry as Sleep Sigil? Well, we’re doing it again. A new record called Cult of Code will be out soon. How soon? Pretty soon. 🙂 On this Thanksgiving, I’d like to give thanks for mad collaborations with good friends, for maintaining some sanity by creating things, for long-term readers, and for warm slippers on chilly mornings.

Sleep Sigil 2 Coming Soon

It’s Halloween

Well, the pumpkins are glowing
The candy is flowing
And nobody knows
Where the ghosts are a’going

Cause it’s Halloween
And all I wanna do
Is dress up like a werewolf
And kiss all over you

Yeah it’s Halloween
And all I wanna do
Is dress up like a werewolf
And kiss all over you

And maybe trick or treat
Until we’re black and blue

And when the moon goes down
And it looks like we are through

We’re gonna drink ourselves
Some crazy witches’ brew

We’re gonna scream
We’re gonna howl
We’re gonna moan
We’re gonna growl

Cause it’s Halloween
And all I wanna do
Is dress up like a werewolf
And kiss all over you

Yeah the pumpkins are glowing
You know the candy is flowing

And no body knows
Where the ghastly ghosts are going

On Halloween
Oh on Halloween
It’s my favorite scene
Do you know what I mean?

It’s Halloween
Oh Halloween
I keep my coffin clean
When it’s Halloween

That’s right
it’s Halloween
and all I wanna do
Is dress up like a werewolf
And kiss all over you

Kiss all over you
Kiss all over you
Kiss all over you
Kiss all over you

It’s Halloween

True vampires

do not fear the sun

True vampires

fear running water

creatures undying

from thirst

I am not a true vampire

because I fear nothing

except the sounds of life:

my heartbeat beat beating

thick blood that pulses against the walls of aging veins carrying to everything the air I come from and am becoming

I have seen true vampires

hesitating, panting, pacing along the river quays

calling out to family and friends

forever stuck in place

until the river changes course

or exhausts itself

into a winding, weaving trail of ash and dust

I have seen true vampires

And I fear nothing except the sounds of life

True vampires