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I Oiled a Geo Bed, Junkie Woman!

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Title Drop

if you read the book of the blue ghosts
in the comfort of your electric bed
between the hours of the albatross & the porcupine
never again to wonder over the cry of the blender

in this garden
drip drip drop
goes the rain
tip top bop

this song is in the spectral key of x sharp
drowsing off in a saucer of cold coffee
with goldfish glancing across the library
pushed & pulled by the magnetism of mad love

in this garden
drip drip drop
goes the rain
tip top bop

reflections in the curled corners of mirror rooms
this fancy frippery you donned at midnight
draped across a cosmic gap in the teeth
but those people we subjugated are still subjugated

in this garden
drip drip drop
goes the rain
tip top bop
something still
drip drip drop
in the night
tip top bop

Breaking

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by as governor to made to start shilling dreams

Rosebud

brooklyn to amsterdam to kansas city
the glass lampshade is burning up
better than a bare bulb
between the two jade bowls

there’s a buzzing beneath my skin
a charge of mushrooms
memories of travels past
hum of electricity beneath the skin of the world

there’s a spark inside of me
& i’ve never let it go out

berkeley to northport to milwaukee
my heart a candy airplane
with a rumble & grumble of thunder
running faster than the speed of light

there’s a spark inside of me
& i will never let it go out
i will never let it go out
this spark inside of me

i can hear the mermaids singing…

City of Song

The signs are there, if only Kay can see. She really doesn’t need to feel so all alone. This world is wonderful. This world is free. She wanders city streets, trying to be a seeker in a labyrinth of stone, with paths and signs that only she can see.

The streets are twisting, turning under her feet. Kay’s lost, alone, and yet not so alone. This night is powerful. This night is free. She could unlock the dark with the right key, carved from marble, sapphire, ice, oak, or bone. The doors are there, if only she can see.

Kay asks for help, no gods to hear her plea, but she sees lights, as if from stars they shone. This city’s magical. This city’s free. Kay finally sees this fits her to a T, to walk the night as if it’s the streets she owns. The signs are there, if only she can see. This world is wonderful. This world is Kay’s.

Multiverse

ain’t thou watching my film?
my pride is too proud
i have to be silver
more than i have to lose my shine
it’s so different being me
all i never understand
never over being awkward
never over self-doubt

my energy is to feel as to be
my energy is my gift
my energy is my gift

accept that i’m frightened
but i’m difficult to defeat
accept that i’m insecure
but i’m difficult to defeat

inside me is self-hate
but i rejoice in victory
burning inside me this tape-loop of self-hate
but i rejoice in victory
accepting my powers
accepting the lightning
& look at my own invention
my own identity

my energy is to feel as to be
my energy is my gift
my energy is my gift

accept that i’m frightened
but i’m difficult to defeat
accept that i’m insecure
but i’m difficult to defeat

to own & reclaim
to do what i’m being
my thoughts seeing possibilities & potentials
& it’s a ball full of chaos
i have the responsibility of accepting my best
a sense of stepping out of the life i had
stepping up to my real powers
stepping up to my real life

my energy is to feel as to be
my energy is my gift
my energy is my gift

accept that i’m frightened
but i’m difficult to defeat
accept that i’m insecure
but i’m difficult to defeat

my needs are strengths
my needs are strengths
that help bring roles to be understood
when darkness falls and i have it all wrong
i wake up quietly and embrace all my shadows
& i’m never emotional
& i’m never emotional
except i’m always emotional

my energy is to feel as to be
my energy is my gift
my energy is my gift

accept that i’m frightened
but i’m difficult to defeat
accept that i’m insecure
but i’m difficult to defeat

i feel handsomely incomplete, hollow, never strong
easier to go in different directions
in different directions than my lightning points
i am grasping unreliable, too worldly or smart
to trust people, to trust myself
to be reassured at the refusal of your bad
to have the control i’ve never had

my energy is to feel as to be
my energy is my gift
my energy is my gift

accept that i’m frightened
but i’m difficult to defeat
accept that i’m insecure
but i’m difficult to defeat

why do i need your approval to be strong?
a hope for no darkness means cowardly hearts
a hope for no darkness means cowardly hearts
are they wrong about being open to struggle?
inside me the struggle is real
the struggle inside
the struggle inside where the illusions are real

i will not fight a hundred different beings
i will not fight a hundred different beings that are me