Basically, you probably shouldn't bring me to the party If you're gonna play your stupid fucking music I'm an artist. I'm a genius Guiding humans towards a new reality You grin and say Okay and then invite me anyway and so I Hop into a pouch that you cut open in your belly And your skin is super cozy, and I'm centered and already Feeling pumped for like whatever The Prodigy, Missy Elliot or ... like, Drake? Or whatever's on the radio... Whatever man! I know I'm full of shit And I try to be super clever and witty but, like That isn't me! See this one's for humility! Breastmilk! Capability! Humanity! Banality to level my insanity and Vanquish my vanity And valiantly Conquer this calamity and... Um are we just going in thru the backdoor? Please no. Oh no no no no I'm just tryna know myself, in case I'm really someone else Just red in the face I'm searching for the master of this place And who is the slave in this here race That's waiting to die out? You bitches! Dem niggas Are practically screwin Your whore skulls Into oblivion Come and get it you seedling! Why don't you join in? And shove your middle finger down my throat 'til I'm thin You want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you wannnnnnnnt toooooooooooo Hidden in the toilet was a present with a pretty bow around but I had to take a shit And left it where I found it Now I'm drowning in The people in the room I take off all my clothes So I can swallow up the moon like a raindrop On the tippy top Of my tongue and sliding downwards To make the pain stop And then you say Devyndevyndevyn Nothing makes the pain stop Nothing makes the pain stop Nothing makes the pain stop

Ooh icky oily skin: Thank God for the foil you've been The Guildenstern to my Rosencrantz The blood red fern grows to dance With our bodies in the night While I was swallowing the moon You were deepthroating a blacklight, right? Right? If it's out of sight, it's mine It was only out of spite that you fell behind And got lost in the tall grass, the moss and broken glass Think fast! How do we want to spend the rest of our days before The world's end Should we count the ways we're boy and girlfriend? Or what evidence points to as Rats in a maze Nothing ever stays A birdsong plays as a palm tree sways and a coconut lands Where a sea turtle lays eggs The precursor of an omelette begs For a world Built with a failsafe that won't crack and Submerge us in black Suddenly you break a shell Smiley and sunny-sided And bleed a bellcurve for the brokenhearted In figures and mathematics The crackers are mostly rabbits The pudding is rice and doesn't stir the other way It's nice Just to lay in bed all day But the blackness rises! With the sea it rises! Baby I'm a worrywort Baby I'm a spoilsport Maybe you should hurry cuz One of us will miss the bus I know it's me that never wanted to come with you on the train and everytime you tried to order the tickets I would complain about the prices Rising Weakened with excuses. Weekend at the beach: Is trying useless? Are we this weak and toothless? An emporium of breakfast foods. Omelettes, Ecuadorian dudes An emporium of breakfast foods cannot Prove this -- I eat an egg croissant of ants just to prove my existence Stubbornly stupidly hoping you'd be repulsed

Tell me of the flowers and their smells Anytime you're sick of waking up as someone else Cook us both a breakfast Pray for me to leave Watching as an entire pot of boiling coffee's bereaved... But I want to Touch you But I want to help you know yourself Traumatize you for your health As you gather up your stuff and turn around to make the bed before you go there's a shadow it's passing thru your window It's following behind you And nobody will mind you crawling in its mouth To escape the throes that bind you Everyone's in love with you and No one wants to find you Staring at a hardwood floor, unsure If something's wrong If something's wrong -- What's tonight looking like for you? I'll be free after 7:30 if you'd like to meet Or not There's no pressure Just letting you know -- Tell me of the flowers and their names Anytime we're locked up in the attic playing games For the hearts of fools Greywacke, precious metals and jewels Monopoly money Feeding cattle their brains To pass the time we operate on different planes You're never mine, you just walk through my veins You pour coffee on me And it's black and boiling I presume you're taking the reigns... But something's wrong But something's wrong

Sometimes all I wanna do is watch a movie Is it stupid? Does it matter? Will it move me? If you're gonna talk the whole way thru Sewing both your lips together would behoove thee Sometimes all I wanna do is watch you leave Maybe we should just get out more? Stuff the two of us inside a space to breathe Instead of jerking off the hardwood floor -- You dig a hole in my back And you sink a nail in my crack The wood Slowly it will split And you let the blood in my shit And you make it painful to sit And be Just to be a friend What have I to prove? I don't want to turn into you!

You should have been a lovely memory You should have been an opportunity that slipped Slowly thru my fingers Withholding a world that wasn't meant for me Watching from above as I rolled over where the Darkness lingers Somehow I have been mistaken once again And I have to face the possibility that The end of the world Is really gonna happen but I'm only human Hell is freezing over as you hold my hand Pigs are flying as you're touching my penis and Pulling your hair out Worried how The trajectory of planet Venus is retrograde for one more week And with bills unpaid, eviction's coming as we speak But still the lights don't fade And it incites this jaded, entangled braid Of what is and what we seek We're exactly where we want to be (well give or take a tweak or two.) I'll tell the slumlord Give us a break and like a week or two Or whatever I mean If you can manage to sneak a few extra scones From out the bakery Then that and some avocados will do Just to make it last like beans and rice But only tastier At the supermarket, someone odd is gracing each and every cover Of the magazines. Of course I didn't vote 'Cuz whomever we throw in the water is gonna float And I start to feel like there's a frog in my throat That's making all my words harmful, like that time When I was younger The oldest goat on the farm started speaking English reversed in like A real deep voice, and it said Devyn rejoice! For we're in the Age of Aquarius A fact that's been attributed variously to astrologers Sleepless scholars and - -ribbit- 'cuz then it turned into a bullfrog And so I kissed it Whatever happened after that I must have missed But ever since then, yeah I've felt a little twisted in my head But you insisted that we keep on dancing -- I should take a second to quit with the theatrics and tell you something important: Love is all you need And it's worth it to pick your scabs And to bleed from self-inflicted wounds If it'll loosen the grip of the greed that seems So inherent to this ephemeral, material Fleshy mass that of it's own reflection is awfully fearful Increasingly filled with intuitive recognition Of it's limitless power; Before the dawn, the darkest hour Or maybe I should just speak for my self... Shiiiiiiiiiit I never noticed all these books upon your shelf! Ecofeminism, shamanism, paganism The Spanish revolution, quantum theory and long division and... Who the hell is Annie Dillard? The Devil's Book of Culture Looks weirdly resonant but yet I'm not so sure of anything these days There's a pure mathematics in the waltz between the ultraviolet rays And the long black hair that stays Tickling my neck and face as I lay within your Shade of many greys and An infinity of darkness resting under me I must admit that I'm exactly where I want to be -- We're always exactly where we want to be We're always exactly where we want to be

I turn my eyes All black again Stars lick the shore. Taste buds in sand And thru a widow's shattered window there stands An open doorway Opened to me Soft, hardly formed Revealed gracefully by a mirror shard Peeling the sea back The chestnut faces of kids digging graves Surfboard tombstones thwart the tidal waves' Claim of rock formations, as Strange crustaceans swan-dive down my throat The dawn Brings me to Their arms Palled purples, dirty fishes Turtle shells all along the esplanade Ragdoll beauty queens Sing a song of yourselves to me -- I come round to mushed plantains and pigskin husks And bloodstains on my sheets Dead crops of sugarcanes Our Lady of Sorrows on the alter, made of plastic Plead forgiveness for the trains Making emptier streets. That breathe in dust and smell Of sweets. The Whores of Night did not give way to this morning Just so you can grab my ears because of overcooked tortillas And the passing of your years I didn't make you a lonely old witch: God did So maybe charge Him with the preparation of our eggs and potatoes If you're gonna be sore about it I know... I'm so mean My heart's so cold My blood's boiling like encebollado I know that you just want me to be a proper lady tomorrow And you see yourself in me And smooth white hands that were always meant to be Wading thru a salt marsh. Planting the seedling of a tree with A black-faced Capuchin monkey Holding the handle of a cup of coffee Scolding a man who just will not get off me Slicing a mango for a batch of babies All to raise the day -- Little people dressed in uniform are going walking as the windows open every home's a maker making lots of gossip every woman's talking every man's a taker taking lots of glances as I go to dance with a little girl I meet who's selling candy jalapeno lollies gee they make me happy she says it's her duty to support her family and that it's everyone's Everyone should eat together if it's ever possible and everyone that walks along the street should help to keep it clean, even business owners, but instead they're yelling Stop soliciting! Tourists make the city better! Nobody wants to see a rat when they're trying to enjoy the weather! My, the anchor of capital's like a cord that I can't sever Wax candles for the Lord? Anyone will do, I'll take whatever As a broken bottle pierces The belly of Quetzalcoatl's slithering body I try not to worry 'cuz What's the use of being in a hurry? Buses are only a dime Though everyone here wants an automobile to drive off of a cliff And turn into a real human that gets their way The wind blows round paper mache like tumbleweeds in a forgotten Western movie where a man walks into town and draws the biggest loudest gun... Duel in the Sun Fueling a two-ton mule etched in metal and glass, hogging the road, heading the motorcade and Shilling for ecotourists and airconditioning the tour bus Every minute gathers more dust in rundown clinics Under construction forever So we prune the bushes. Sure there's room to look But no touching Well I guess it doesn't mean much 'cuz in Town Hall we're mostly discussing T-shirts and designs for flags So I keep all my trash to make Upcycled hand-bags oooooh We need them but they don't need us; thus Elected officials' bulldozers Force our soccer field to lay down As film projectors drown out the sound of people Little darlings Flesh and blood brown people Estrellita esmeraldena Maybe it doesn't mean much I kinda feel I haven't seen much Of all that's been and didn't need me Before I shaved my legs and got greedy For what I lacked in understanding Of what I never could have -- Lost in the aftermath The dusk of our community's transparent indecision Manifests a trumpeter who aims his musket with precision At my face And every passing second fills a basket of infatuation Loosely tucked beneath my skirt in case an overwhelming sense Of my displacement Robs the grace from my intentions and I trip over a shoelace Carelessly undone As I struggle to embrace the sticky Feeling dripping from an ecolodge's ceiling Nursing every wound in secret hideaways Down hidden paths in nature conservations On my back I see the smallest hummingbird But not its wings And I give up I drown in history And I find myself here too And it all comes back round and it all comes back round As an ocean, so the hard, dry ground But I know you ride the backs of my tides So teach me how And I'll try -- The white in my eyes Grows until I realize, through sheer force of will That in a child's Fading smile There's still a place to be born Born into me Wholly transformed And audaciously letting go To fall Into the sea's back

We move into a big blue house Where we are told the ocean Is 16 miles away But must be closer 'Cuz we can taste the salt Sat upon the tippy top of our tongues And feel as it slides into our lungs You stay across the hall from me. On the very top floor You don't say much. You hula-hoop barefoot on the front lawn And ride your bike without a helmet on The booze, I'm sure you smell it on my breath - At dawn. When I'm on the phone You travel everywhere alone, you saddle up You're there you're gone You seem to disappear at will. A bleeding stone Is where your heart should be So how can you remind me so of me? -- You move out of a big blue house And settle down the street In a co-operative I guess it's pretty neat But we should stay in touch! I think you have my number saved In your phone and you can text me anytime you feel Alone I really like to watch movies so if you're ever bored you can call me and I'll bring over my hard drive And I like to make music so if you wouldn't mind let me play you some and hope you think it's cool I'm working at a grocery store And what about you? Did you say your teaching Spanish at a school? Or not quite that? But close enough, right? Tonight I'm feeling sorta weird and I would really like your company Most people that I meet don't really seem to care at all... -- And now we're here It's been a year of synchronicities awashed in inconsistencies The pollen in the breeze A million bees survive an ice storm. But I can't name one plant Something's coming tumbling I can't ignore the rumbling beneath my sneakers anymore -- I met you in a big blue house But I don't really know you And I don't know if it's possible The darkness below you Is opening it's mouth And finally waking up The birds head south The earth breaks up But I won't run away again The blinking eye of every storm The universes locked within The virgin dark where I was born Are screaming out your name to me And though I'll never understand I don't think it's designed to be I think that when I hold your hand it's right And it's enough to be together alone Together and alone together and alone together and alone together and alone together and alone together and alone together and alone together and alone etc