My poor princess of lithium
Unvoluntary, unaware pall
In their merciless churn they're howling
The uterine envy of hysterical crowd
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children
Cold as snow breath it tamps the womb
No more gypsy ancestress and tarots
A swastika on the breast and a god of blue volts
To catch you by the roots of your hair or your brain
No more a daddy... with a cleft in his foot and buried in rainy day
No one to pick worms... off you like some sticky pearls
"Peel off the napkin! O my enemy. Do I terrify herr enemy?"
So dear bipolar lady, dressed in crape and icicles and rings
Gifts of forgotten birthdays
Passed cooking and showing scar and black-eye pits
For the obstinately adored husband
Remote ruler of an handful of pills
And you tugged childish at his bars
Only to fail again in some key of Calvary
"So we never know how high we are till we are asked to rise
And then if we're true to plan our stature touch the sky
The heroism that we recite would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the cubit warp for the fear to be a king.
And how many flowers fail or perish without known
That they are beautiful just one day,
How many cast a pod upon the nearest breeze
Unconscious of scarlet it bear to other eyes!"
O you insane spring, knockin' at the gate of my skull
Whirl that exclude out every balance and reason in a gulf
And I'm brimming over of the same rocky, grassy nature of this land
Self damaging animal, inebriated with a crystalline pain
Glidin' down pain, mad eagle!
I have fallen a long way, clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of stars
The moon is my mother, she's not sweet like Virgin Mary
Her blue garments unloose small bats and howls
It is an hearts and not a pill this holocaust I walkin'
O golden child the world will kill and eat
The fire make it precious, same fire melting tallow heretics
Ousting the Jews and Sunday lamb that crack in
Virginia Woolf is calling
And Auschwitz is calling
Ovens glowed like heavens
Incandescent heavens
Holocaust in the kitchen
My familiar kitchen
Goodbye to the roots of yew-tree
The silent black
Friend, goodbye

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