It’s 12:36 in the afternoon. I’m driving down New Hampshire’s Route 16 with a cafe au lait in my hands. I’ve got deadmau5 on the Bluetooth and my hands smell of body sweat, boy and braised BBQ brisket. The temperature is 64 degrees and there’s nothing but 150 miles of pavement ahead of me till I get home to my bourbon. I’ve got a slice of green nice to keep me company on the road and my playlist just put up my favorite new tune. Hit it.
These Are the Woods
These were the woods that I crawled to
These were the trees that took me in
Shaded that summer that I could never win
Stifled my screams and my gasps of breath
Under certain, witch burning, sentenced to death
These were the woods I refound the Dresden Dolls
While I drove out of town to that Cancer boy’s house
Just him and his black lab
In a 30,000 dollar farm house he bought cash
Showed me how to get fingered while driving fifty down the back roads
Couldn’t kiss him for the wetness because that’s how steering wheels go
“Faster!” He would tell me
“Faster! He would say
“We’re gonna get wrecked” I protested
“Ya and….I don’t want to walk away”
Cancers and Scorpios make love almost as good as
They tear each other down
Almost as good as they make each other laugh
And feel less lonely and more found
I’ve had three of them in love terms
To none I still talk
I still talk to my Virgos, my Bulls and my Dragons
But Crabs and Scorpios stay shut
I am a witch of the sun
That I see through the trees
The moon that I tide to
And the stars that I read
I could tell you all about yourself
Right down to the cell
It’s a gift can’t be bought
And it’s not mine to sell
But I dunno why but I can
Light any hell
I yield lighted words in the darkness
Energy when calm
I don’t know what this journey is
But it’s the one that I’m on
So call me Joan of Arc who moans against the body negatives
Call me Bird for with my words I’m dancing eagle soaring
But for this I am sure my biggest blessed cure
Higher than anywhere they can send me
Is that I can help save Neverland
That’s why they call me Wendy
Other Worlds be With Me
I’m never gonna sit on a barstool and lie that I don’t like the fact that folks me attractive
But I will condescend to the predatorial behavior that you expect a present to tell me I’m attractive
When you say “Excuse me, Miss” and upon hearing this, expect me to turn my fucking head
Extend my motherfucking muscle fibers for the sake of your comment provokes libel
Behavior on my part
Don’t worry, I’ll make great art
From the disappointment you bring to the world
The incalculable injustice of the sexist amongst us
I just love how much you think you are a priority to me
I came here with a comic book, and that’s what I’m gonna do
Not look up from Alan Moore, my lover for the evening
To experience those comments of yours so demeaning
Excusez-moi, I’m beside myself
What I really mean, is go fuck yourself
Go fuck your assumption
That any little such mention to my body provokes a grateful response
A “Thank ya, Mistah!”
I TAKE UMBRIDGE WITH YOUR FUCKING EXISTENCE
Ima just put my head back down
I aint gonna smile, I aint gonna frown
I’m gonna read the words of my people
That is, writers who lived in their head, like me
The white chapel district and inky, thin steeples
Of Jack the Ripper’s neighborhood
Is much more good
Than your incompetence, sir.
I good you bid evening
If the dude is abiding
I have a date with
Unbridled nature
Other worlds be with me
