Blood Flight

I carefully rearranged my senses

So they could have a conversation

Taught them to switch places

From each pore in my skin grew shimmering eyes

And fingerprints filled the eye, the eye sockets

From the ears grew two tongues

And I sang for people passing

A strange song

Told them stories without moving my lips

Mouth half-open, still

They assumed the words came from themselves

These unfamiliar thoughts

And I sang to them

"Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Oh-oh-oh, ooh-ooh"

I sang to them

Ooh

Such is the speech of the body

The ribs painted their fingernails

Black, of course

And on the edges of the cunt

Grew little teeth

The clitoris, that great sphinx, opened its eye

So many blind years, acting Oedipus

So many blind years, acting Oedipus

Meanwhile, the vocal cords were listening

For the wind, the wind howl!

The wind howl, howl

Howling

Whispering a familiar language of breath

Secret tales for them to learn

Then from my veins came a strange itching

And I felt a pull through the shoulder blades

I should have seen it coming!

Huh, the blood was itching

And etched a hole at the nape of the neck

And it flew out into the night

Like a long, red ribbon to the sky!

Into the sky

And up we went, blood and I, spread over the city

The dark sky lay against my skin

So close

Like an eyelid

Like an eyelid

Like an eyelid

Like an eyelid

Like an eyelid

Like an eye—