Queenie's Suite by Nick Cave & Warren Ellis

oregano

you are my svengali,
like

spaghetti

(i recall the way
you made me taste,

empty rhetoric

like noodles
in my mouth)

and

in between all the cans
i try to

keep my goods in

(alphabetical) order and

away
from the neon glare

of
those stage lights, the ones
from you,

the ones i crave
(and talk to

during

nights like this).
i

am

your svengali,
and i speak

through you.