|"I Want to Be Dancing with Witches Tonight!" |
Slinky, butterball, autumn moon|
Hangs like a fat tit 'cross a dusky sky.
Old Sol, swollen sick, sinks he down
From too much noon.
Mama Luna calls the kiddies,
And I ache in an aerie of artifice.
Venus of Wyllendorf, witchy wild women,
Lipses to bite'
Alone among mortals, I hear the Moons calling,
It is my will to lave the flesh of fellow barbarians and to feel their rut,
It is my will to ladle my belly big with my ancestor's knowings,
It is my will to weave spells of spiders, stars, loam and jism,
It is my will to sing and chant and wail and howl and bay,
It is my will to hold men and women and children in these strong arms,
It is my will to fill and to be filled
And your fajita at Chili's isn't going to do for me.
I burn, I burn, I burn, I burn! --
I want to be dancing with witches tonight!
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