required textit my therapyi pushed buttons as i layon my bed no sheets flies still buzzingsun boils i don't roll awayfeel weight in my hands when she came upstairsasking did i want a drinki refused to lookfor fear they would still be homedogeared still with margined notesin some tired hand
Calling MuseLead me through your picture plane, flat woman, youGolden aura in blueTake me up the wave over Fuji and leave meTangled in the embrace of shell-borne AphroditeDance, piper, with your snowy horse in circus dots of redAnd turn away your face with its one ear. O turn your headRound woman in cold Russian caves. ChaseYour herds of spotted horses in an unlit place.Sing for me, smoky woman curled about yourChild, forgotten beneath the screaming bull and horseAnd I shall persistently dream of misproportioned stairs--Fly with me, winged Nike, kill my cares.
By InvitationTell me now, miss Josephine,Have you come to dance?Have you revoked your drunken oathAnd now will take my hand?Let your heart drop from your faceWhere fear is a light;Come closer now and make a bowAnesthetize your fright.For if you are not here to dance,Why do you look so sweet?Why do you shine with gems divineFrom throat to glowing feet?Why is your hair spun carefullyInto an angel's nest?Your hands may shake, but it seems fake,This pretense of detest!Perhaps you did not want to come.Tell me, through your fear,Why did you dress in a queen's bestAnd why did you come here?Drink, Josephine, from my deep glass;Trouble not your mind.Soon all the day shall fade away;Sweet silent bliss you'll find.Come, taste of our heady wine;Take a turn at the floor;Music shall be our fantasyWorld, now and evermore!Could one refuse such a call?Watch the dancers spin!Lost to the song, the joyous throngAll beg you to come in!I see your tears, lovely girl,But what is their caus