now that the vintage birds have flown drearily away
now I am less than the wineglass I smashed earlier
now that my girlish eyes have climbed out of the fridge
now that two gardens are the same bowl of milk
all the trapeze artists with their
pink panties!
now that the storm-troopers have killed us all
now that we have seized power
now that the sole survivor is a little girl
who leads on a leash
who leads on a leash
all the wild animals of the jungle
now that you have opened your red lips and swallowed me
entirely
now that the rivers of the sky have
un-frozen
now that we know love
bangs its black wings on the window
bangs its black wings on the window
now that the storm-troopers have killed us all
now we have seized power
.
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