Rings of Saturn

Too long

Upside down and inside out and on all eights

You're like the funnel web, like a black fly on the ceiling

Skinny white haunches high and skyward

And a black, oily gash, crawlin' backwards across the carpet to smash

All over everything

Wet, black fur against the sun goin' down

Over the shops and the cars and the crowds and the town

And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be

Now this is what she does, and this is what she is

And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be

This is what she does, and this is what she is

Her eyes that look at me through her rainy hair

Two round holes where the air buckles and rushes in

Her body, moon blue, was a jellyfish

And I'm breathin' deep, and I'm there, and I'm also not there

And spurtin' ink over the sheets

But she remains, completely unexplained

Or maybe I'm just too tongue-tied to drink it up

And swallow back the pain

I thought slavery had been abolished

How come it's gone and reared its ugly head again?

And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be

And this what she does, and this is what she is

And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be

This is what she is, and this is what she does

And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be

And this what she does, and this is what she is

And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be

And this is what she does, and this is what she is

And now she's jumpin' up with her leapin' brain

Steppin' over heaps of sleeping children

Disappearing and further up and spinning out again

Up and further up she goes, up and out of the bed

Up and out of the bed and down the hall

Where she stops for a moment and turns and says

"Are you still here?"

And then reaches high and dangles herself

Like a child's dream from the rings of Saturn