Alouette.
She found Him an unreasonable man.
Or was He a She.
Or She was an It.
A dog; a bird; a river; an ocean.
One could tell that confusion was at bay.
The way He sat her down--
like a child,
and told her, "No."
(His child, perhaps.)
(Or Her, if He were a Mother.)
The thing was: Michael tempted her.
Or maybe she was overthinking the situation.
It was a matter of contact, really;
Michael did not understand the concept of personal space.
Or maybe she didn't.
(Her wings did brush rather close to his own, after all.)
And it was that scowl that bothered her
Maybe not a scowl
She was exaggerating
More like--
pursed lips. A suppressed raising of the eyebrow.
Okay, possibly some irritation.
(Asshole.)
But, of course, that was not to be the last of it.
He was the persistent thing.
Interested in how,
I dunno--
large her wings were.
Or how, uh, maybe
he felt attracted to the way she carried herself.
The way her hips moved as she walked,
and how she did not slouch like the others with those giant,
meddlesome things on her back.
A higher being wasn't meant carry herself so,
um,
feminine.
(“Michael, you're pathetic--”)
So confident.
Yeah.
Like she didn't even care, which was strange
because they were programmed like that.
To care.
She didn't.
What was wrong with her?
So Michael stuck around.
Forced himself onto her perhaps.
And she didn't like it.
Or him.
Or anything.
(Not a very approachable creature.)
(He found it interesting anyway.)
And it wasn't like she tried pushing him away,
but she did.
Stuff like,
"No, Michael."
"I am busy, Michael."
"Maybe later, Michael."
It bothered him.
(It drew him in.)
So possibly his harassment received the backlash--
("Fuck off, Michael.")
--that eventually brought her to the state where she felt,
"I guess..."
weak.
Maybe it was his smile.
No, understatement--
Beaming, toothy, blinding grin.
Or perhaps the--
("Let's get married, Luci.")
("Do you even know what marriage is?")
Quite certainly, it was a driving factor of,
("Safety first, you two!")
("We’re warned, Gabby!")
("Oh fuck you, Gabriel!")
But then,
as all good things come to an end,
He didn't approve.
It was that thing about her that stuck.
The... what was it called?
"I'm done with you."
Independence.
No, they definitely were not taught to be...
"I am my own person."
Autonomous.
Most likely, that--
"You can't change me."
--Freedom was what sparked the resolve.
(Things don't always have definite endings.)
(Endings can come in many flavors.)
(Sometimes they're sweet.)
"It tastes bitter."
"What does?"
"I cut myself."
Then it was the--
Pluck! Pluck! Pluck!--
that drove the,
("STOP IT! I'M SORRY! MICHAE--")
defeathering.
Obviously, not the same as deflowering.
That's repulsive.
But He knew it felt the same.
("Can I touch your wings, Luci?")
("We are not romantic.")
("We could be.")
There's this song,
Alouette,
and it suggests you, uh,
("Not the hair, not the hair! It hu--")
remove the head of the bird
before you pick off the wings.
Put it out its misery.
Keep it from crying.
He did not want that,
so Michael followed His orders,
like a good boy.
("Michael, please! PLEASE, NOT THERE--")
Blunt its beak.
At least do that first if you're a sadist.
But Michael didn't.
That was his choice.
("Give me a voice," she hissed, "and I swear to use it against you--")
But in some,
(I guess)
vegetarian cultures; it's not sound to
kill the bird and toss it
into the fire
like He did.
(Psh.)
Like He cared.
Into the fire she went.
A sobbing, agonized, traumatized child.
And he looked on with Him.
(A sobbing, agonized, traumatized child.)
Watching the evening rain crash onto the Earth with his Father in silence.
The antebellum of heartbreak taking its course.
("If something were to happen, Mike, you'd run away with me.")
("Is that a question or...?")
("Just-- run away with me.")
©SelfTitled, 2017
Head in the Clouds, Feet Down Below
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Removed her shadowed clothes,
disrobed for the undertow of evil,
fallen angel plummeting through clouds,
seaweed lady of distorted veins and bruises.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
In evening, she held men in her clutches,
her evil fruit must be shared with all.
She lured men to get in bed with evil,
arose out of the cinders, spreading
impure honey and men on bread.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Smiles fetchingly in evil moon,
chime of midnight, deceitful roots,
slashes her message in lipstick on walls,
crouched at gate, angel on the dark side,
fell from the fist of God to earth.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Counts with joy the treasure chest, filled
with lost souls and war between
good and evil, daughter of the dark,
a blood bath faucet staining men red,
tempter and deceiver and false purity.
walked among the stars, until God’s hand
pushed her out of heaven – her destiny.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
She waits and preys on men’s mistakes,
looking for dark speck blotting their life,
her beauty outweighing transitory pain,
rich black blood endlessly chilling flesh.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Bearer of light or morning star, Lucifer
becomes onyx lady on dusky horse,
priestess of blood dressed in a hood,
insidious and narcissistic roots, leading
men to the burning flames of Hell,
fire storming past her beating breast.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Yearns for God’s throne to take over heaven,
throws her fire to kill those in her path,
daggers in eyes impale those in her way,
in cahoots with snakes crawling the earth.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Fell from the sky in lightning bolts,
snarling thunderstorm of devil’s spawn,
black clouded veil hides her plague,
as she awaits arrival of hapless souls.
In helpless acceptance, she proclaims,
“I’ve had enough of this fiery pit of Hell
I can sin just as well on the face of earth!”