Warming the hearts of
Tragic hoodlum spirits
Brighten the eyes of
Petty thieves who crawl at night
Who feign to use a knife
Jingle jangle
The cosmos are on fire
The blazing loins of the criminal choir
Rejoice to be alive
Broken and depraved
Sullied mop and rusted pail
Centuries of poison
To escape this
Heaven or hell
This earthly cell of dead flowers and
So many wounded foes
It's hard to remember fantasy or horror
Unwarranted caresses
Little Lolitas who want to be held in large hands
Dear Father
Who art in heaven
Hollow be thy name
Witches confused by their own magic
Witches displeased by their own perfume
Shame lock women
Shaman women
Fuming with shame
Love lock women
Women their own magic women
Shadow body, shadow spirit
White blood, blue night
Angel's lyrics
Female creature wilted high
In the rafters
Orgies of dust
And butterfly laughter
Shadow spilling into the babe's milk
Starry eyes of ghost's memoir
Four blue plus two, that makes six
That's twelve, times two
Two brown eyes, one green
Hazel's asleep in the hayloft down the road
Drowning in dry grass
In a sweet maiden's lap
Poisoned with nightshade
Witch's last laugh
Stick your thumb out
Lift up your skirt
Someone's gonna stop here soon
Take down your hair and wind up your grin
Someone's gonna take you home
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
Someone's gonna stop here soon
Take down your hair and wind up your grin
Someone's gonna take you home
Even though red's not your color
I'll dress you in feathers
And fly you in the windy weather
Like a child bird marooned
On an island of cats
Little dewy brawling cats
With cross-eyed and hats
They take mercy on you
They take you for walks
The mercy choir singing dismal hymns
Watery bible rhymes
All jumbled a mess
A mess of bright graves
And flowers and balloons
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
Someone's bound to stop here soon
Take down your hair and wind up your grin
Someone's gonna take you home
With a knapsack of trinket
I'm off to seek my fortune again
Chasing ghosts of dead orphans
Friend, cousin, or kin
We wave to the passer by
Moth wings of a butterfly
Endless tracks where no car pass
Close your eyes and you can fly
I'm off to meet my soul mate
A naked fawny jail bate
Wading into ponds
Filly with pollywogs at dawn
Mourning the light
That slipped from my eyes
A little child with dirty nails
And dirty hair
I had dirty things scrawled upon my mind
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
Someone's bound to stop here soon
Take down your hair and wind up your grin
Someone's gonna take you home