I hold the belly of a ring-neck snake,
Up toward the blood moon,
And Evil taps me on the shoulder
And says, ‘where have you been?!’
I’ve been hiding!
No I’ve been lying—
I’m already dead!
I have no apathy,
For my capacity
To use, the dark tools.
I’ve been binding and
Slowly finding, all
The spiders of melancholy lane!
The dark merchant, sails under
The silver light of the moon,
And mars, she laughs at me!
She thinks I’m a Goddamn fool!
Jupiter, she’s dangling sweet,
On the edge of the abyss.
And Saturn throws her rings at me,
But they seem to always miss.
Have you ever just seen the dead
Get up and dance.
I’ve been crucified!
With a cornucopia of worms,
Floating above my head.
Its so precious,
Bleeding twigs and a box
Of coal turned red.
Knee deep in mud,
Screaming lost in a cornfield
Of black toads—
I’ll be waiting below dark waters,
Waiting for the Hag to show her glowing eyes.
I hold the ‘charm of making’,
The only charm worth taking!
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