When I was a child
As young as could be
I was wild
I was wild as a hot roiling sea.
I got scarred up and stitched up
For in sins I partook
If ever I fucked up
I never showed I was shook.
No Opium or Morphia
But I took them later as well
They cooled all my fear
But that’s another story to tell.
As I leaped like a daemon
At the edge of the flames
I dreamed about semen
My children, their names.
But whenever I was bleeding
After falling from grace
A band-aid stopped the feeling
Of saving arse before face.
I do not know you Judy McLain
But you know that I know you,
No overblown claim.
You are kind, you are rare
You do not play the game
Then…
The savage paradiddle
Beaten upon skin or
The hide of the devil.
Sticks tossed and caught
Like the acrobat in flight.
No fear, even though you
Are lighter than darkness…
