I’m trying to will my text to life
Cutting pieces out of me with a knife
Writing with blood on the earth
Frantically before I run out of breath
Taking slow gulps of liquor
Slowly peeling whatever secrets of the night
Can be deciphered underneath Jamesons and jacks
Too bad all will be forgotten at first light
What deal will you make with the devil
In exchange for success and fame
Will you promise to finally be faithful to some woman or craft
Or cross your fingers, runaway and change your name
I’ll speak briefly of another life
Because that’s what I believe this is
I’m not there anymore
I was dead
Very very much dead
Wings carried me after I leapt from the window
I floated through the bardo alone
So it pleases me to breath the life radiated by friends
It’s stupid not to share all this love
Heck it wouldn’t even be any fun
Little Borrowers 