Spit

My life was turned upside down
I pushed it this way into the wind
drinking into oblivion
like vermin
I drink your spit
Like venom I drink then spit.

The King

Black rags and brown sacks
Feeling like a paper bag
So freshen the skin peel the layers
brush it in brush it back

Doesn't really change the dream of legs and the taste of sin
Or the skin I'm in
Tears flooding this is too unbearable
Blood, skin tough but thin
and someone isn't going to win
Nope, no one wins.
We all lose if you walk away son
Young and feminine

Woman who art thou in control or so it seems
But tears will flow within all of us today
Solar eclipses fascinating
Change is in the wind.

Driving up the freeway you will be here soon
And we will drink drink drink
And say things good things bad things.
And decisions will be made,
Contracts drawn up
Feelings sated, brushed under the rug
Who will be the king?
Who is really the king?

No one is fornicating with consent
because after all, it is just a song.
An idea, a concept whose time has long gone.

Bunny Prophecies

I liked what the bunny said
He told me to laugh it off, and he even called me bitch.
Don't get so bogged down in the shoulds and the guilt.
My money may be funny, bitch, but I ain't no funny bunny.

Live your life and do what feels right.
Live and let live.

I told him, I guess I feel bad.
I'm a gullible little snitch
I feel like I should punish the liars
the left me out on the stitch.
He laughed and said you are the liar
Lying to your self in your own britch.

So what? I'm going out tonight
Yeah, like you do every night
But I still feel bad
Goddammit bitch why?

Fear of the prophecies of bad karma and jam
Fear of getting a lil bunny poop on my hand
Fear of getting a lil bunny fur in my lam
Milk behind the ears he proclaimed
Fear not the bunny slam.
Fear not the extinction of man
For one day we will all float away
like dusts and gusts and my floppy bunny ears
will ride in the must
Stop being dispicable living in disgust.

This is your time to be free.
In Bunny You Must Trust.

Crept

Heavenly stitched damn my leg itches
Fingers Matilda, you seep through these witches
Vodka and wine enthralled in some other time
Wasting away behind walls of your sublime

It was easier back then
wall to wall carpet and velvet couches
no curtains had we
some velour blinds and small kitchen
So easy when the lights went out
So easy when the dark crept in
I just did did it in
Now I just go out and don't say a thing.

In Letters

In letters to your God
Looking him straight in the face
Can you really relinquish this history
Can you really save you from grace?

I'm older than you think
I've been here for centuries
I've seen the Titanic sink and was reborn to tell this tale
Over and over I've seen this ocean tidal waves and all
Over and over I've sailed these seas
Up until this final fall

I can tell you that it doesn't exist if only in our hearts
I can tell you that my soul, so old will be strong
will never fall apart

In letters to my sister and my brothers I act desperately young
But age is in the wisdom for writings too strong harm
When the closest lady becomes willing to her spawn
And the ghost of Jesus past comes deadly after dawn
The kitten stretches out his paw and lashes out so fast
You forget inside a tiger is hiding the worse is yet to come.