Blood lines

 

2006 -2008?

 

I've got legs but they don't stand for nothing

I've got hands

but they don't help enough

If I made eggs

they'd soon fabricate

But the firmament is not religious fervent (fer fur ferret firk)

And the occlusion

is like a veil of heaven

But its not thirsty plenty

its dry as bones

And the skeleton keys

play these ivory stones

But it doesn't hurt any

it doesn't hurt any

because I've my blood lines

that howl at the moon

 

There are no speech bubbles

that surround our heads

humans have cats lives

severed spines

And cats eyes

and dogs genes

for baying at the stars

and Shakespeare's nose

for sniffing at the moon

There are floating wrecks

that push out your blood

until the memes of society

suck dry the seas flood

And they take your soul

and sack the gold

they choose your words

like icey worms

that wriggle from your spirit

until the dog king danes

and the fiery princess

presses the flowers to the paper