the cottage in chipman

It doesn't make sense,
wood cielings and walls
and lamenet floors
and thin,frail doors
the wood does not
usually show itself here

but here it does
in the wild,in the wild
and the sap runs down
inside and out
and the cool and heat
with the seasons defeat

and you'll always wake up
with some sort of itch
and with some sort of bite
and the howls in the night
will pinch your insides like
the thrill of a fight

You'll swing from the rope
down in the river
and ruin the boat
as it's shallow and rough
and you'll capture the wind
in the cup of your hands

and you'll hide in the net
from the bites and the stings
you'll sit on the roof and
wish you had wings
this place is a palace
for porcupine kings
　
　

I’m no feminist

I’m no feminist but I’m tied to my sisters

Kissing their bruises and wishing men dead.

Wouldn’t you to wish the sinners to Hell?

Lady, I’ll blow your hot soup to cool,

 Let your tongue live and taste

And I’ll quilt The Quilt to hide the man’s guilt

Keep her warm in her grave that you placed her in.

I’m no feminist, I’m an equalist.

Let the man rape the woman?

Let woman rape man!

I’m glued to my mothers, my daughters, my lovers

And I’ll kiss their breasts with an honest kiss.

I’ll shatter the window to grandfather’s house

If he dare lay another hand on his spouse.

I’ll paint the nails of Cecile in her hospital bed

I’ll paint them all pink and red

For a lonely valentine’s day.

I’m no goddamn feminist

I just want to stop death

‘Cause it’s not fair that she’s treated like this.

Daddies don’t fuck you that isn’t the way

And mommies get touched when they’re loved and it’s sof.t

And women are human, and men are just human

Not more and not less.

I’m no feminist.

Exorcism

For I was possessed by the devil one fall

He climbed in my bed and soaked into me

Though the first day or so I felt nothing at all

After a week I begged him to flee

But he lifted to sky and how he would reach!

He beat me for hours then trapped me in me

The father came swiftly he would preach “oh please preach!”

But the devil was swifter and burned up the priest

And the crowds they would swarm trying speech after speech

But the devil was hungry, the devil would feast

My insides were torn how the bubbled with goo

But my demon did not seem to mind in the least

I prayed to my father to help me live through

Oh the devil was angry he sliced and he cut

But I reached for the heaven and I reached for you

They called me the monster, they called me a slut

I was bruised, I was broken, I was the damned

Still I climbed to the higher, I’d had quite enough

So I burst out of me and I ran, “oh to run!”

Into the heavens, I ran for The Son

The sinkers

And as they floated along in the sea

They crushed and they rattled the strong and the weak

They pushed down the half-lives,they pushed down the dead

They pulled up the sinkers and roped them to me

I dragged them behind us for week after week

I was parched, chapped and my skin raw and red

The water was lessened, the water was burned

The sinker were draggened, the sinkers cried out

They cried for the salt that stung their ripped skin

The sea how it frothled, it sprayed and it churned

Their muscles were weakened, their mouths filled with trout

Though the fish didn’t fill them they were still thin

The rope stretched to ribbon, the rope stretched to thread

The sinkers were screaming, “Oh, please let us sink!”

My skin shred and burned from the sun and its rays

But they floated behind me the rest of my days