deep shoes

keep her safe in your wings for i do love her so
she's all blue in her shoes in a deep world of woe
and she won't ask for help its just not how she works
but she echoes with pain and it throws out such hurt

and i'm lost and at sea and don't know what to do
and i know its all part and she just needs new shoes
but my lights are a flicker and i fear for her feet
so please keep her safe as she spins in the deep

Rise

Get me a phoenix
And have him wear red
With golden feathers upon his head
And amber coals in his valiant heart
And a wingspan so big he'll be there at the start
And talons of strength to hold on till the end
And heart let him in for this myth is your friend

bi-valve

the universe is an oyster
there are pearls in your soul
infinite lights of possible yous
shed the snake and cellulate anew

the gates of my heart

i saw the gates of my heart last night
filigree gold in the warmest light
and a tiny key in a key shaped lock
on a very long chain like a grandfather clock
and the palest lilac mist puffed out
and the metal glowed warm
and the gates came about

Bite

I burn too bright
My heart, insight
My thoughts, my flame
My love, my light

And by what right
It's quite the fight
My shoulders slight
My sinews tight

To bite at life
With all your might
And more on top
Give all you've got

and, for the future? you came on a little strong...

back it up baby
back it up more
now drive that truck off that cliff onto the floor

what's in the truck?
who gives a fuck?
it's a girl with a heart
and a part that won't start
and a head that's in bed
with the tool of a shed
of a man with no plan
and a boyfriend named Stan

while reversing the truck
she keeps getting stuck
it's a nineteen point turn
burn baby burn
hip dippity dip
she can't drive for shit

bruised, bridling, brave

I'm a pioneer. Damn you from there to here

Take a leap of faith. Give me a nice white clean page

I don't need all that old script from the one who left you in the shit

Your heart is heavy enough in your chest, I ain't going to trolley bag the rest

It's always the women who go before, impossible to balance out the score

I'm getting some wings and a pair of skates and I'll learn to apparate and I'll show up just in time before she really goes to town and preserve your soul in a jar and your heart in a misty shell which I shall hang from my left ear