Geb, i wrote you a joke i free my neck up for you, Geb i stretch my (y)ears out for you, Geb i wrote you a joke

a wave washed over our house all our seeds fell in the mud (no fertile land) (only quicksand) the sea is so cruel we are her orfins/phans (father has gone) (she needs a new husband) baiaii!! iaoiaouo! baiaii!! iaoiaouo! baiaii!! iaoiaouo! baiaii!! iaoiaouo! baiaii!! iaoiaouo! baiaii!! iaoiaouo! baiaii!! iaoiaouo! baiaii!! iaoiaouo!

the story so far 2 decades of trying to give birth to myself turns out it likes to take its own time yknow, it’s a spiral, it’s a rhythm fashion a dagger to fend off the bull & the scorpion competing for control of the child

for a half-second, a memory from behind the curtains appears it shells up in a puzzle box & stays there for a year a story & a kiss, a treetrunk overlook, a local brook do more than any chemical to bring us there but it is gone again, only a vast womb & its blastocyst are left which empyreans will make a story of us next? christmastime is here rotting angel in a living room tomatoes on its open grave eaten by vultures & humbleproud eels

hey jana!! you were so worth waiting for & these birth pangs aren’t gonna last all night hidden among these toy guns somewhere there’s a real one & it’s not gonna stay abandoned anymore hey jana your body double’s in my heart place her face is always morphing closer to yours sunlight moonlight bright sun dark moon sunlight moonlight dark sun bright moon now i can’t remember which one’s you & which one’s me wouldn’t it be so much easier if we were one person (idon’twannaknowyeah idon’twannaknowyet idon’twannaknowyeah idon’twannaknowyet) now our little Hook's pulling whales out from the great sea call me if you figure out where our rivers meet the ocean i don’t wanna be a u-turn on the way to mark’s house i think that this could last a long time i’m not gonna be this silent forever i’m not gonna be that bull-like forever i don’t want for you to be a stone for me to step on along the way i want for us to go together i want for us to grow together i want for us to glow together i have no voice to speak with (i) i have no ears to hear your words just bark torn from its plant (they drank from the black stream) (rootless and aching) (rootless and free) but don’t get me wrong i can still hear the children’s song echo in your hair behind a wall of muddy feathered steel we will see you win won’t quit till you heal who are all these humans in the way? will it be long before they go away? trying to let dinosaurs out of their pen but the dragon’s become a turtle once again if my sails give way to the wind & if it blows me back inland i’ll carry my kayak to the shore to sail in your waters again stegosaurus, your bony neck’s a pterodactyl landing hey jana, you’re woven into places we grew up you could spend lifetimes hunting all the hidden treasures here don’t fall backwards dont fall back don’t step backwards now don’t step back now don’t look back now don’t look back don’t fall backwards don’t fall back same bass, followed by guitar: now the tempo increases your director's eye is radiating godlibido straws your scorpion serpent's spitting haphazard designs of death why don't you & you & you & i go opening some doors together? hey jana it’s always been you all of my short little life it’s always been you red karma from the study of the evolving language of your mythosis has our house daimon teleporting all these dinosaur babies into my dreams cuz a body is language & a language is a body & i want to learn both of yours yeah!!! & hidden among these toy guns somewhere there’s a real one hidden among these toy guns somewhere there’s a real one & it’s not gonna be abandoned anymore how many lives have i known you? or is this my only chance to fall to earth with you? i try to love the dirt, if only for that but this is a dead world on holy fire

i had thought that i had got the splinter out my foot but i had only pushed it deeper, now it’s lodged inside the root i need a better set of tweezers so that i can finally put them round the splinter so that i can get the splinter out my foot (i gotta:) 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🧲🛠️🛠️🛠️🥁🥁 dung branches are growing from the flowers on my head maybe i watered them & watered them & now they’re overfed don’t tell me if it’s actually the infection down their root you know that i get squeamish when i see the red inside my foot (i want that:) 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🧲🛠️🛠️🛠️🥁🥁

doing easy's pretty easy when you got ritalin analogs sold as research chemicals online & it also helps to haveyouknow way too much free time meditating's pretty easy when you got ritalin analogs & some dissociatives would be fine it's very often that i don't know what's yours & what's mine

eyeball hits on terror terror hits the road terror hits on eyeball now i think it might explode i try to be a person try to get along somehow every time it feels like i do it wrong i don’t like small talk i don’t like big talk i don’t wanna be human at all you’re giving yourself toothaches with that steel floss you know there’s gotta be a safer place to cross i promise to promise to never put your songs in my mouth i’ll only wear your headdress when we’re both in the sacred house i don’t like small talk i don’t like big talk i don’t wanna be human at all i promise not to force the night to be day, i promise not to force the day to be night come come come come away, my little ram make me understand

they live in the open now the things we forgot when we became ourselves i can feel your heartbeat in mine

rainfall hits my face wanders off & leaves pink & blue sky sky wears a crown of clouds moon watches over ocean, she’s halffull, it’s halloween seshat says “says so” so seshat says “says” seshat says “Says says so” so seshat says “smile” l***t laughs lightly like l***t loves language l***t lights laughly like l***t learns love, lively love baialo baialo take it home baialo baialo take it home A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K-LMNO-P, Q-R-S, T- U-V, W-X, Y and Z

i don’t swim i walk on stilts and push you in i got swords to sell dull swords, rusted swords i got spirals to sleep on & i got you, i got you i got swords to stick in you

[written in 2019 iirc for an open mic in rhode island, now it's here too] well i lost track of time & i lost track of whether i lost track of time & whether i know if i lost track of time so i don’t remember which layers that i’m on today & which i’m not "oh ha ha ha, ha ha haha ha ha" i hold a camera to the words to make them lose all value hold a camera to the words to capture their souls hold a camera to the words to make them lose all power over me to thin out their sense of reality i was turned to sand and blown away it feels so good to be dry wind again i'll burn a hole in the silk for you to look through for you, my lord, for you, for you

if i find them, i'll let you know