my feet float above the floor,
and flowers fall like rain,
and furniture spins and dances
like fingers strumming a violin
strung from the moon,
my joy knows no gravity
my joy knows no gravity
my joy knows no gravity

I knew a **** who traveled
traveled far and near
liked to exit casually and slip out thru the rear

I knew a **** who traveled
and became so well known
that all the intellectuals
called him "art" when he was blown

connections
within the human mind
jump sluggish
as bull frogs
from lily to lily
until from malice or inspiration
it quickens like a raging fire
then darts feverishly between
thoughts and words
and moments of memory and recollection
sprinting so fast that the latter blurr
becomes an image of fantasy

With each kiss
He takes my soul
He owns me
And I no longer exist
Except as his servant

The moment, the day, the breath
Where everything you have known
Ceases to exist
The moment, the day, the breath
Waiting, dead, resurrection
The stupidity
The complete stupidity
Of a woman falling in love

He lays down **** like a shadow
Thrown by a movie spotlight
He eats passion like he is
******* the juices of the last peach on Earth
He walks proudly like a naughty child
Who made a clean escape
He talks integrity like a lion
With a human child in his mouth
He pushes imagination like
A clown in a silent temple
He lays down ****
And it’s all over me

He is dragging me by my feet
As I am plowing the earth with my fingernails
Burnt embers of dead relatives
Flint from my head