“Pour the parrots (out of your mind) out of your mind.
Breathe my air. (Breathe in my spine.) You are alive.”
So tell me.”
“I don’t know what’s-”
Pattern was pissing rubies glowing through her eye.
“Shh.”
She held her still shaking torso.
The chamber beat her red, and loud as March.
She held her hair and brushed the strands apart.
Lucy collapsed into she who cried to no one there, “I can’t contain her. I’m trying, but I cannot contain her.
She is too soft and sparkling to bear,
and even she, in glasses, snags thе tear.”
Waited in silencе, listening, sharpening her breath.
Starts. “I’ll’nt let you take her.
She’s mine, and I can’t let you take her.”
She stares down (in her left eye) empty and wide.
Wet splits her (lids, and red light) streams from her, up,
“What’s wrong, love?”
“I can’t tell you.”
Motion is pissing rubies growing in her cheeks.
“I have something that’ll create you.” Searches wood and polar
treasure safe and cinnamon, milk, bread, butter, eggs are taken.
Throws a pre-bird into the air and catches, cracks, and shakes it.
Alice, silent, watches, amusement slight and privately kept.
“Put some butter into the pan,” instructs she to herself,
“and mix egg-milk-and-cinnamon-gunk-thing,” instructs she to herself,
“soak a slice and put on the fire,” instructs she to herself,
as Alice, silent, watches, amusement slight and privately kept.
“Crooked metal box with the labels missing, don’t deceive me.”
Lucy flips it over and wind pushes her throat aside. She
puts ash on ceramic. “Please eat it cause I made it for you.”
Alice, silent, picks up a fork with water in her eyes.
Said:
“Something’s wrong. I’m sorry but
something’s wrong. I’m sorry but I-
something’s wrong. I’m sorry but-”
Hand holding Lucifer’s, fixed deep in her left eye.
“I don’t want to hurt again,
angel. Make me innocent.”
“Please just tell me.”
Then she spoke too quietly for me to hear.
Her hand gripped the lucid horn.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Very much.”
“I don’t want to hurt again.
Can’t you please come with me?”
“I can’t afford to.
Anything I say could be used in a court somewhere.”
She is bloody atop the page inset within a cover.
She, and I swear to you, GOD, that I’m not lying, involuntary hovered she.
Brush hold her across a gap of sky that kills it with a smother.
She is nursing a crack in her left eye transfixing to all others.
She’s too spirals to be human,
breath too soft and cloud-confusing.
Pitches skyly empties soothing,
she turns people into water.
She hymns higher than circled ghost in monophonic splendor.
(She feeds her blushing rose spines.)
She is perfect as the innocent son is everyone-remembered.
(Foots rainly pitter near silent.)
She self-lavenderized the Euclid hostile Z and Α render.
(Night wheat field pillows in lines.)
She melts crystals of ice and vipers, now I’m trying to remember.
(Bumps standing feather-held wine.)
Pretty spiral hole in Lucifer,
pretty spiral, you’re a universe.
Pretty spiral turn me into-a
anything. I’ll be your water.
“Angel, here’s our last for a while” says Alice searching for the
cinnamon, milk, bread, butter, eggs. She makes a gunky goop glop.
“Put the butter into the pan,” instructs she to herself,
as Lucy, silent, watches, amusement slight and privately kept.
“Crooked metal box with the labels missing don’t deceive me.”
Alice flips it over and wind pushes her throat aside. She
puts ash on ceramic. “With syrup it might be okayish.”
How could I tell her what she once was?
She is an angel with human blood.
How could I tell her what she once was?
She is an angel with human blood.
Oh no...
How could I tell her what she once was?
She is an angel with human blood.
“Kiss me at the door.
Innocently grab my arm and hold onto it.
Don’t let it go yet.”
Sputtering.
“Come with me.”
“You know I can’t.”
A third one spoke in unknown words.
“Kiss me.
Now let go.
See you again soon.”
Then she collapsed on the seat repeating:
“home.
I kissed her and then she went home.
I kissed her and then she went home.
I still feel her legs on my bones, but
I kissed her and then she went home.
I kissed her and then she went home.
I kissed her and then she went home.
I still feel her legs on my bones, but
I kissed her and then she went home.
I kissed her like I was to die.
I taste her, alive, in my mind.
The body, the blood, and the eye,
I kissed her and I was
home.
(I am not alive. I’m only the droplets of spit on her lips.)
I kissed her and then she went home.
I kissed her and then she went home.
(I am not alive. I’m only the droplets of spit on her lips.)
I still feel her legs on my bones, but
I kissed her and then she went home.
Her body, her blood, and the eye.
Her image is burning alone.
I kissed her and then she went home.
I kissed her and then she went home.”
