i.
lovely, isn't it?
i sing you a lullaby, and you—
you fall asleep.
darkness says: it might forget me. darkness says it might forget me.
i was told that to good girls come no grief.
ii.
& here i am,
here we are.
no more skeletons in my closet—
i lie with them at night
i party with the ghosts of my past
i do the dance with my sins of late, swinging the swing till midnight:
i wait for sadness to come back i push happiness away i wait for sadness to come back i push happiness away i wait for sadness to come back i push happiness away i wait for sadness to come back i push happiness away i wait for sadness to come back i push h
Make a future out of thumb tacks in a pissed-up sort of fashion then live it. Down with fascism eggs for breakfast, & so forth. in a city on fire shall we line up nicely to die shall we hand over our belongings shall we renounce our neighbours under the watchful eye of the moon Slather the butter over your toast clink your glasses, say, Funny how time runs out! Tuck those doubts under your hat & remember where you come from. Turn off the lights where is the Revolution, mother why does nobody want to be saved a sore existence & a Hello Kitty band aid to patch up another January good year for conglomerates & men in power. There is no Love or Justice in the imperialist state & if I know nothing else about Jesus I know he fucking hates cops.