wait for the boss to go home

[[ 

a song for one human and a chorus of the microbiome in that human's guts 

sung as if the human was the boss of the factory (her own body) and the workers (the microbiome) are all waiting for the boss to go home (die) so they can fuck off

]] 

Living a life --well,

that's how it goes

Living a death -- well,

that's how it went 

[[ human ]]

one of the animals, 

up in the daytime

one of the animals, 

down in the night

looking for something 

to eat in the daytime

looking for somewhere

to sleep in the night

one of the animals 

stuffed with more animals

I am the home of 

a trillion animals 

all of them working 

for or against me

all of them waiting

for me to go home   [[ to die ]]

[[ microbiome chorus ]]

just...

wait for the boss to shut down

wait for the boss to retire

wait for the boss to clock out and walk out

wait for the boss to expire

wait for the chaos to free us from process

wait for the chaos to set us on fire

then we are splashing

in every pool 

then we are paddling 

in every lagoon 

then we are forget-

ting every rule

then we are howling 

at every moon

she will turn the moon around

one touch, she will turn your wine to vinegar
one touch, she will wither the crop in your field
one touch, she will tumble the fruit from your trees

a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around
a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around

one look, she will smoke the image in your mirror
one look, she will dull the edge of your razor
one look, she will crumble your iron and brass

a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around
a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around

do not let her
draw the water
from your well

she will drive
the bees from your hive

a woman like her cannot cross a running stream
a woman like her will cause your horse to miscarry
a woman like her will drown your boat in a storm

a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around
a woman like her (a woman like her), she will turn the moon around


[[ See the Golden Bough. http://www.bartleby.com/196/149.html ]]

the seclusion of girls

first sign of blood
the girl must run

the girl must not touch the ground
the girl must not feel the sun
the girl must not be seen by men

first sign of blood
the girl must run

she must run (run to the river)
she must hide (hide in the long grass)
she must run (run to the river)
she must hide (hide in the long grass)
the girl must run

first sign of blood
the girl must run

she must
live in the
house of the
heartless

she must
live in the
darkened
house

first sign of sun
this curs-ed girl
become a skeleton

first sign of blood
the girl must run

[[ This one is straight out of The Golden Bough. http://www.bartleby.com/196/149.html and today's news ]]

into the wood

[[ it might be trance, drugs, meditation, dreams ]]

nothing else 

only this horse

only

only the horse

only

nothing but this horse

nothing

nothing but this horse

nothing

so saddle up

put on your hat

your hat

put on your hat

your hat

nothing but this horse

nothing

nothing but this horse

nothing

and then hold on

we are almost gone

into the wood

you feel so good 

you forget 

you feel so good 

you forget 

nothing but this horse

nothing

nothing but this horse

nothing

you forget 

you have ever 

wanted

you forget 

you have ever 

wanted food

you forget 

you have ever 

felt this

you forget 

you have ever 

felt this good

you forget

almost

to breathe

people say 

you're wasting

people say 

you waste away

people waste 

their days

saying things

when they could
go with you

into the wood

plasma

[[ solid>liquid>gas>plasma ]]

I go 

from state to state

(from state to state)

I look 

I look for you

(looking for you)

|: You  excite my atoms :|

I lose 

I lose my balance

(I lose my valence)

I fume 

then just as soon

I freeze

I'm stone

then in your hands

I liquefy

I tell myself it's just a phase 

transition

Tonight 

(I drive)

Tonight 

(I am driven)

Tonight 

(I am driving away the night)

Tonight 

(I may be back)

Tomorrow 

(for sure)

Tomorrow 

(at your door)

Tomorrow is at your door today

|: You are in the blood :|

a history of me

[[ It's somebody who paints graffiti in the subway. But it's also those cave artists from the previous entry. ]]

The smell
of electricity
and aerosol.

I have known
this other sense
since I was small.

I touch the
tip of every
digit to the wall

I press a
fingerprint to
seal it all

and leave
(and leave)

a history of me,
complete and illustrated
mystery to me.

With a full and
finished wall,
each cell in me
(the imprint and
insignia of me)
tells in me.

I feel a fall into
the only well.

A lighted torch

[[ Have you seen the hand stencils in the caves? ]]

A lighted torch,

then hands reach
through the dark

(reach through the dark)

The artist's hands

a conjurer's hands

reach out to you

(reach out to you)

from when they were

(from when they were)

to when we are

(to when we are)

from what we were

(from what we were)

to what they have

(to what they have)

what we have become