Dark Sky Demo

there were two skies that day, the one in the air
and one's yolk reflecting off a twelve story glass building.
five geese in a lop-sided arrow
flew into it. now, if they'd only knew it had hid people at work,
they'd have lept into the power lines.
grace happens. i pulled the barbwire rines
from my windows for this wednesday.
wrote behave over mirrors at the doorways,
or courage, or drew a heart...
somewhere during which a house key was cut.
and have you found my last record used yet and piled with dust?

yeah, you know what you're missing?
an empty room with mirrors at the doorways...

for you to realize you're in the cut corn to cut corn
and cut throats by the same knife.
that's why i wear pants to wipe blood...
for you to realize you're in the cut corn to cut corn
and cut throats by the same knife.
that's why i wear pants to wipe blood...
for you to realize you're in it.

i am a mimic of my mother's menstrual c-y-c-l-e s-p-o-i-l-e-d.
why should i live to be sixty if i'll never have a menstrual cycle?
another dying man and his rifle full of drywall screws.
one on one any given day may walk with a life growing inside of them
would never toss the coin of war,
or cut a whale up into a hundred different hats.
i can't stand the site of women in hats.
reminds of of war, what is it good for?

"a tree recycled in a highrise."
say somethin' stupid...
"it's watered with tears."
do you have any idea how many bucks could be cut from one tree,
or how many tears it would take to top off a watering can?
"if an ape can take an interest in its hairstyle," "terrific."
say somethin' stupid...
down wind from a baby with smoking cigarettes on fire station steps,
and something tells the ape it solves a desert with a street.

sometimes i'm so fear adept, i can't move.
what eating the skin off my fingers won't prove.

"self-mutilated..."