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Insect Queen Of Insect SpringHe had a poem written on his palmIn permanent ink, it read: "Risin' on a purple wing The insect queen of eastern spring" He clasped our photographs under the floorboards of a gallery We silenced our alarm clocks For the time being Tell me, boy, was I meant to be your ladybug? Something pretty, something smaller than yourself Locked on to love? You should've left me in my flowerbed Content and curled up Said you should've left me in my flowerbed There were dreams yet to be had... I'm on my knees like a praying mantis You are the cockroach I couldn't seem to get rid of You kept on crawling back and my skin did also I've but one question left to ask Who are you when you are alone? She had a way of finding where I'd gone, when I went Sneaked out of class 'round ten Threw up sentences that hurt so upstairs And when I stepped out she stood in the mirrors Her trembling frame made six I inched closer to hold her She pinned me hard against the sink Pressing me for answers but I could no longer speak Pressing me for answers, I liked the way she felt so I would never tell Each night I lay quiet analyzing all I have or haven't done It's safe for whom I'd do anything, for him, for her, for anyone But who are you when you are alone in the dark room In the light of the sun? Are you true? are you just? are you humble? Please, I'm on my knees, I'm praying, find me I wandered off, look where it got me, oh, oh I'm on my knees, praying come find me My bird, my best friend I wandered away from you, it got me nowhere On the first of April She came to our opening She wore a skirt and her mother's pearls Strung sleepy on her collarbone I held her hand outside the mill Before she drove herself back home It wasn't until three in the morn When he walked me up to my back door I kissed his neck as he turned back towards the car Can't say why I did it- for him? for her? for love? But I'm on my knees now I was misguided by the stars I marched off on my own only to find myself lost There's one thing I know for certain- it's no good to be alone When your heart is a catacomb You feel like an insect on the wilderness floor When you're stuck in the jungle of your blood Your veins all tied into knots You'd better straighten your head my friend To escape the tangle of your thoughts |