Fun of this old flick called Cat People
With holes in it miles wide but it’s alright
Bringing me back to the glamour that is
Stone age man in reams of fabric I can’t
Respect these ghosts though dead before
They hit the turf need something more like
Forget it Jake it’s Chinatown for my kicks
Where the living drip blood and still resist
To watch the bright wet flowers like a
Bee I laid my tongue on a petal imagined
The sweet colours I could smell the dew
Gathered round as a fog and nearby a dream
Seeping between the stones my fingers
Of water rushing cold across my thighs
There is iron in the soil and my throat
I found this on a piece of paper. I’d apparently written it, probably 5ish years ago? But who knows.
I, Adrienne
The uniform is important, the raiment,
the drapery, my skirt/ is a way of being,/
my knickers are part of what define me
Even though I look out over a goddess
in(of?) grassy hills and long/for the naked touch
of leaves on my skin, / I lie in forest beds
and notice foxcubs and woodpeckers
Here this ruffled cloth and some unseen band
Make me
In front of them I don’t know or care
much too much
the insolence of skin still becomes poison
As the sun sets over bodies
And my pack panic rises
Our other animals have fur and thicknesses.
Ruminate quietly in fields,
Waiting for death.
We have freedom to fear
and tremble in petticoats.
Side note inscribed nearby: [to kiss without defiling]
Lying on that sofa basking in
Appreciation and when will it
Stop what do you need to keep
This warm what if you can’t your
Brain goes in to shock when you
Realise you’re going to die
But there are other things too
That don’t last and then come again
And then don’t last and then you
Remember Ryan Gosling in this film
Perving on his student but also
Saying that history is a spiral and
People make mistakes and don’t
Forget to feed the cat and liking
Marx doesn’t make you an Orwellian
State and he stops perving on his
Student because human connection
Isn’t the same as sex even though
We say what we say and do
You think about life, you think about
Death but it’s not always like this
When you’re good, when you’re bad
It’s not always like this, when you
Lust after a dog dick in your mouth
It’s not always like this and they have
Barbs anyway so shut up you freak
What are you like but it’s not always
Good to play with people either
You have to be honest and lie you have
To be quiet when you shout you have to
Believe cynically in hope ah because
It’s not always like this
I look death in the eye sometimes
I panic sometimes I calm down
Sometimes it’s nice even this is
Being human you live which is
Change you die is change it is
Like this.
Scag 