Beloveds, now we know that we know
Without notice, our dear love can
In the instant that Michael is go
Though we are many, each of us is
Only when we confess our confusion

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone

Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave

They went home and told their wive
that never once in all their lives
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
They said my house was licking cle

He bad
O he bad
He make a honky
poot. Make it honky’s
blue eyes squint

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev
to peer into my eyes
while I within deny their threats
and answer them with lies.
Mushlike memories perform

We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darke
Stranglers to our outstretched nec
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that