Katarina-Jane Garside

Careening crazy and awaked Night spark make her escape Spinning sick on the whack of a wheel Headlamp flashing close by Banging eyes Fireflies Drip in burst ‘Gainst the keening lean Of my night curse Have I drunk my brain away Has he shouted my thinking out Well here I am still thinking just entirely devoid of anything That I would consider of worth Just a ghost on this earth 'Gainst the keening lean Of my night curse No, I don’t know what to do Do you know what to do I don’t know what to do You do? Do you? No, I don’t know what to do Do you know what to do I don’t know what to do You don’t, do you. … There is a fist around a brittle stem Shake a fine dust off my tongue I hear the shriek of a molecule As she get sucked and lacerated through a filter of you Headlamp flashing close by Banging eyes Fireflies Drip in burst 'Gainst the keening lean Of my night curse  

I wrapped her in softness Made her a fire I gave her the one who fulfilled her desire I laid off the doctor Allowed her to see She doesn’t need him now She’s living with me