—a collaboration with Johanna Hyman
To become a way of feeling
Yearly passes not like celestial bodies
But like short dresses on lady tennis players
Hard and god-like on the trophy itself
We went to Spain that spring
We sang to all the dead troubadours
Who eye-balled our voices and our butts
We didn't but that's okay
We never could
Find the mistress of shoes who broke night
Three times with her voice
And once with her body
It was about time to call
The beginning out to imagine
Down
down
down
a grand hole and
The soot came down in a nice umber
To mourn a fire wasn't allowed (we rubbed ash
On our pulse points and fled discreetly)
We kept remembering how we said
Welcome to the bullring
It took a strong Flash Gordon
Not to lose his light-rifle in this ring
Remember how we always said to them
Don't be the Flash Gordon
Whose woman needs a stranger
Just to compare her hair
To a Flash Gordon fountain?
It was all a lovely girl game didn't we see?
Yipee! Our love was killing all the whales
Clubbing seals could be so intimate O
Crimes of the sea so perfect for lovers and so
Rarely discovered
O hooray
This was like all the secrets we
Never told ourselves
Boom boom splash splash into the murder palace
The only place cool murderers killed
Girls who became mermaids
In the slippery eyes of Flash Gordons in love
We stood on the shore smoking a cigarette
We supposed at least
This way wasn't like any other way
For travelers who gave
No Flash Gordon which way
Was north but kept asking
Where are the bears?
We remembered bears and in all that snow
We could only write when right elbows ached
The bone knew what we didn't know
It knew in what weather
We needed distraction
Bones always know
How far these words can fly
Shot out the bloody-knuckled light-rifle
Who knew to keep her light in a gun?
Who knew in what weather
We could walk out on only us?
Apparently we had nothing to do with it
Is this where it ends?
This could be the last
Line but we're also asking
To become a way of feeling
Yearly passes not like celestial bodies
But like short dresses on lady tennis players
Hard and god-like on the trophy itself
We went to Spain that spring
We sang to all the dead troubadours
Who eye-balled our voices and our butts
We didn't but that's okay
We never could
Find the mistress of shoes who broke night
Three times with her voice
And once with her body
It was about time to call
The beginning out to imagine
Down
down
down
a grand hole and
The soot came down in a nice umber
To mourn a fire wasn't allowed (we rubbed ash
On our pulse points and fled discreetly)
We kept remembering how we said
Welcome to the bullring
It took a strong Flash Gordon
Not to lose his light-rifle in this ring
Remember how we always said to them
Don't be the Flash Gordon
Whose woman needs a stranger
Just to compare her hair
To a Flash Gordon fountain?
It was all a lovely girl game didn't we see?
Yipee! Our love was killing all the whales
Clubbing seals could be so intimate O
Crimes of the sea so perfect for lovers and so
Rarely discovered
O hooray
This was like all the secrets we
Never told ourselves
Boom boom splash splash into the murder palace
The only place cool murderers killed
Girls who became mermaids
In the slippery eyes of Flash Gordons in love
We stood on the shore smoking a cigarette
We supposed at least
This way wasn't like any other way
For travelers who gave
No Flash Gordon which way
Was north but kept asking
Where are the bears?
We remembered bears and in all that snow
We could only write when right elbows ached
The bone knew what we didn't know
It knew in what weather
We needed distraction
Bones always know
How far these words can fly
Shot out the bloody-knuckled light-rifle
Who knew to keep her light in a gun?
Who knew in what weather
We could walk out on only us?
Apparently we had nothing to do with it
Is this where it ends?
This could be the last
Line but we're also asking
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