In the midst of perfection this princess starts bitching In the arms of Elijah this infant keeps twitching this master that’s teaching is a pupil repeating this boxer loves headlines but he couldn’t take a punch line
Somebody slap me I can’t stop laughing Suicide is back in fashion All ascenders end up sinking makes Love wonder what fear’s thinking
Two crows sit at your window keeping a vigil over your widow Two coins drop in a casket over your sockets (bury that bastard) Two-thirds ready for Easter thinking you’re Jesus proving your Ceasar ready for Easter
Right posture, right poses too bad what’s under the robes is Still cross-eyed in the witness and searching for suchness Back home, God’s diamond puts a diaper on the daughter of a Mystical martyr who triggered a seizure making believe that his body’s a disease He’s wishing for a World where his vapor could thrive giving up his life (as if he were alive) He would have his wings if feathers came from crutches or that cushion he clutches
Somebody slap me I can’t stop laughing suicide is back in fashion all ascenders end up sinking makes Love wonder what fear’s thinking
Two crows sit at the window keeping a vigil over your widow Two coins drop in a casket over your sockets bury that bastard Two-thirds ready for Easter thinking you’re Jesus proving your Ceasar ready for Easter
In the eye of a white tornado in the pit of a black volcano In the palm of a human hand there’s a grain of this quick-sand
[woman’s voice]
I’m just a girl with the planet inside of me I’m the Daughter of Man but the Men have been fighting me I bathed my brother and my brother ignited me Divinity’s twins till some devil divided the Goddess from the Hominid’s oddysey I am I am what I am I am an antidote to New Age philosophy I am epicac to this mythic caprophogy