Karma Love Kid bites

I come in on a shark, sharp as a tooth

And a wit like a wave that always falls on you

I’ve seen the eye of a tornadoes and felt the hurricane blues

but nothing comes close when I’ve got my eye on you

Now I’m picking up yer signal and Xi’s on my dial I hear yer voice and it makes me smile.

Karma Love loads up her prosthetic weapon from underneath yer armpit. It’s sexy and snug and doesn’t affect wardrobe changes.

Please don’t think me cruel or cold. I am the right foot of Shiva and I’ll not be sold to sentiments for pity and mercy for what is no longer human.

It’s open season. And if it’s time to Go.

What space is left for time to have a place in when nowhere is left to go?

How slow is a second when time speeds up? How fast is a second when time slows down?

I was born in the future. I am coming forward to your past.

Spinning figures of perfect eight.

Not even light could be so fast.

For now I am here. For here am I now.

Moving in space through time, somehow.

Where I’m from nobody knows.

I’ve got time up my skirt and gravity between my toes

Xi is Ariel in a tempest bravely figured in yer grace.

I make matter into time and curve space into a place.

I make light of histories when I look into glass.

I make your future now and your now the past.

What a privilege to travel. When light could be so fast.

Where am I going? Is this an attack? A hijack? An act of piracy?

Footsteps float up through the subway corridors and undergrounds. The crack of electricity lights up her lithe frame for a second in a blue silhouette. The receding drum of the rail track shedding its skin. Left behind is only the residue of her bated breath behind sliding doors.