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Globelamp - Witch House Live

(Globelamp)

it started with a fight and a brawl, my words aiming at your stomach and your eyes sending flames into my stone eyes dethrone the sky, you declared as you crossed your arms and tilted your neck back to absorb  the last of the sunrise. i shouted in response that it never judged and let me be, that i took comfort in knowing it was something i could never be. even though the fan blew its hardest it would never move my sheet of security. i like the blue, i like the flashing smiles  that blend with the clouds tears as it cries.  you said, under the blue, we can peel away and find yellow.  we will be together in green, unseen. you talked as though she couldn’t hear, as though napoleon cut off her ear. but men with overbearing self-worth and stern eyebrows will never  reach that high and so they cut down children and cut women apart and sell their body parts to men in bethlehem. i’m going to do it, i’m climbing up now. i sat in a cage with clipped wings like a love bird without a partner; like that raped girl he sang about. polly want a cracker. horses pushed me out and stood on one another and i attacked your body and our innocence, and our bodies went tumbling down to the ground where we were born. “lets start over” “forget about the blue, write it down” the pale skin against your dark palm aligned how i was feeling during chestnut summers when the sky stayed how i liked it, when i could smell something roasting in the air. the chandeliers cracked at our suggestions, they laughed and melted all over marie antoinette’s grave.

I dreamed that Quan Yin invited me over for tea. I went to her house, which looked like a temple outside, but inside was surprisingly comfortable. There were pillows on the ground everywhere, and the colorful walls kept moving like they were alive. I took off my shoes and socks so that I could be barefoot like she was. The carpet was grass and the tea table was by an open window that overlooked an enormous spiraling garden. She poured the tea into little china cups that had dragons painted on them, except that they started to breathe fire to heat up the tea. She said that she knew I had lost my youngest daughter, and I didn’t have to talk if I didn’t want to. I said thanks. We sipped for a while, and the tea tasted like some kind of flower, fragrant and sweet, but not overly so. Suddenly my grief dissolved, and I felt completely calm. I looked out at the garden and could see plants growing and petals falling away and being replaced. Then Quan Yin smiled and said that sometimes we hope to receive mercy from others but if you sip it from yourself it tastes much sweeter. After that we didn’t say anything.

-Charles Bukowski from “You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense”

Globelamp - Angel In The Snow Cover by Elliott Smith

I left the only girl I love in the Evergreen trees If you go North tell them I brought her ashes to the sea & That I always have them right next to me