Don't call me that name anymore.
I don't feel like a bird, and I don't want to be yours.
I want to be cold, to move fast on the road
shimmering reflection, quiet and bold.
Mother, daughter, sister, crone.
Lover, departure, black widow.
I spin my web in stone
free in the woods to live alone.
Pretty house in the dark woods
moon reflected glimmering mud.
sort my evils from my goods.
I want more than nice girls should.
Mother, daughter, sister, flood.
Lover, departure, caught in the mud.
I spin my web in blood.
Black widow, she did what she could.
NO MIRRORS IN THE PYRAMIDS I BUILD AROUND MYSELF.
I'LL DIE IN HERE, MY SOUL IN A JAR ON THE SHELF.
I'LL RAISE MY OWN HELL.
now smash the china on the ground.
now move your lips, don't make a sound.
let rivers flow north from the south.
let velvet tongue roll out your mouth.
Track Name: Blindfolded
There's no trail before us
but we'll leave one behind
Pack up, take off
won't slow down for borderlines
Empty handed, dust-lung
this town is ours until the sun comes up.
Let us ride off the map
into the desert night
stop at the oasis to fill our empty eyes
cut-time, hips glide
closer to mine
TWO GOLD PIECES IN MY FIST
WE'RE STANDING AT THE HIGHWAY BEND
SPARKING ON UNEVEN EDGE
WE'RE DANCING ON THE CLIFF LEDGE
Before the storm, dark green sky
infinite reckless, rivers run dry
SAND MOUTH AND SUNBURNED SKIN
YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE WE BEEN
STICK NECK OUT AND OFF WITH HEAD
OFF WITH YOUR BLINDFOLDED HEAD
Track Name: Jeong
note: One Korean-English dictionary defines it as “feeling, love, sentiment, passion, human nature, sympathy, heart.” Although it is complicated to introduce a clear definition of jeong, it seems to include all of the above as well as more basic feelings, such as attachment, bond, affection, or even bondage.
Conviction in the kitchen
deception in the bath.
Collections of diction
remembered from the path.
Overheard your lips say everything you feared
pushing away what’s near.
Everything you love.
Leave me awake
disinterring railroad stakes.
Caught halfway, under the bridge
I didn’t know the paint was red
I didn’t know the paint was.
Modern dance about the spoken word
putting syllables on the traffic and birds
and the photographs that you took of the sky
holding on to the time you said you lied,
said it was alright
standing there on the borderline
alright, alright, alright, ALRIGHT
TOSS AND TURN AND WEEP AND WEAVE
FOUND SECRET DYING THINGS IN THE MUD UNDER THE LEAVES
HOLDING ON PUSHING THROUGH THE SPACES THAT YOU BREATHED
BREATHING ON MY NECK OUTSIDE IN THE STREET
wind whistling through the cracks in the walls
reach out to catch nothing at all
I leave the window open.
Track Name: Tick Tick
I took your thin lips, bit them
half expected you to let your trigger finger slip.
I wouldn't do those things for you
not when you treat me like a busted bottom lip.
You make me dirty when you laugh.
Terrorized and magnetized and polarized in halves
I'll be a vine, tangle you up when you dance.
I was right to rip your treasure map
the way you tear me in two/into
the pale green light of afternoon.
There's not a map on this clean Earth
will tell you where your treasure lies.
Searching spots you thought were secret
surreptitiously usurped, you realize
it's not a secret until it gets told.
Jolly Roger undercover, I can tell you're getting old.
Traded kiss & tell to kill for gold
you can dig and scrape and look
but where it's at, you'll never know.
In the half-shine glow
gray & pink in the gory morning.
Toxic morning ash.
Stuck in me like a piece of mirror glass.