thigh highs and satin socks

close your eyes...
-wanna take a ride ?
nothing but blue skies burning
-blazing hot blue flame
burning as gas ignites
meeting unknown on the edge of
this domain-

and are there other lives?
other forms with eyes
that taste and feel as we
sometimes stupidly do?

"i'll believe it when i see..."
is what the wandering monk said to me,
"sure, it just may be, but i have not
seen it, i will wait until i see"

wait !
what was that? -this
bead of sweat and now i'm hot
and my brow turns and
downward feathering and spiraling
sing my lovely children!, sing!
as another bill the taxman brings

-and hey you! red hair and
asian lips,
sing that song for me...
put on thigh highs and
satin socks and bring it
home to me.

light my candles, in a daze
'cause i found black.
it's god to me,
how else is the light expected to see
if not reflected off of me?
lower self, inner child, or
gatekeeper may be
that which may just kill for life
or fuck as the blind, inherently
-wishing to reproduce the self
in hopes that future life may see.

don't judge the last few lines
my friends,
think of all the waste that lay
between your birth and yesterday
and ask again way down inside,
do you see all that differently?

my flower lays now at your feet,
now...what is it you think of me?