In the midst of perfection
this princess starts bitching
In the arms of Elijah
this infant keeps twitching
this master that’s teaching
is a pupil repeating
this boxer loves headlines
but he couldn’t take a punch line

Somebody slap me
I can’t stop laughing
Suicide is back in fashion
All ascenders
end up sinking
makes Love wonder
what fear’s thinking

Two crows sit at your window
keeping a vigil over your widow
Two coins drop in a casket
over your sockets (bury that bastard)
Two-thirds ready for Easter
thinking you’re Jesus proving your Ceasar
ready for Easter

Right posture, right poses
too bad what’s under the robes is
Still cross-eyed in the witness
and searching for suchness
Back home, God’s diamond
puts a diaper on the daughter
of a Mystical martyr
who triggered a seizure
making believe that
his body’s a disease
He’s wishing for a World
where his vapor could thrive
giving up his life (as if he were alive)
He would have his wings
if feathers came from crutches
or that cushion he clutches

Somebody slap me
I can’t stop laughing
suicide is back in fashion
all ascenders
end up sinking
makes Love wonder
what fear’s thinking

Two crows sit at the window
keeping a vigil over your widow
Two coins drop in a casket
over your sockets bury that bastard
Two-thirds ready for Easter
thinking you’re Jesus proving your Ceasar
ready for Easter

In the eye of a white tornado
in the pit of a black volcano
In the palm of a human hand
there’s a grain of this quick-sand

[woman’s voice]

I’m just a girl with the planet inside of me
I’m the Daughter of Man but the Men have been fighting me
I bathed my brother and my brother ignited me
Divinity’s twins till some devil divided the
Goddess from the Hominid’s oddysey
I am I am what I am
I am an antidote to New Age philosophy
I am epicac to this mythic caprophogy

(Refrain)