Tit for tat, the front is back
Assassin ate I am a coffin in a doorway
Your fingers are sticky with catnip, lucky
It’s lucky to be lucky – do you feel, lucky?
I am a baa baa
In the sheep pen on a black hill
The black sky and the black arms of God
seal windows in the sky
You forgive me/forgive me I am a dust cloud
A mouthful of dreams
waking up in the wonderland
I cut open a mosquito
A music box of diamond-encrusted sound
I put a knife into a keyboard
It bled thick black notes, and the whitest tears
Passive – aggressive – the lonely boy on the box
What’s in the box?
It’s only half of her
The other half is in the sink, or something
You lost your way home on the way to Tipperary
Singing all the white girls are turning red
Singing all the black girls are black tanks
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