The diary of fight
Well, it was long, long, long
Frayed and in the light
Now the hole can get along
And honestly what wets the eye
Is the way the earth pets her open thighs
I’m hungry as I’ve never been
It’s already too late to keep the love from coming
Inside me
If the world was not attracted to a troll eating her skin
From the left hand as it blisters
Then I wouldn’t still be here
The weirding way got weirder
Thought control discards control
As we accept inside the swimmer
An un-aged, fearless mole
The roses made me crazy
Unearthed in the human zone
That I’m so startlingly a part of
Though the Rose, she made me one
I beg you to meet the horses who raised me as their sun
And then they shaved me into the daughter
Who, baby, baby’s born to run
Wait for the wind
Your wild one is gone
Wait for the wind
Your wild one is gone
Face to the wind
Wild one gets strong
Put your face to the wind
Your wild one is gone