Saturday, December 13, 2008

The Wonton Song

Turn my seed to mush
set on fire the wheel of a plane
wished my whiteness left me barely holding on

Blues command
in a heated river

Is there ever a time I hold my fakeness as a woman?
Ooh, in the darkness you can hear it call

Ooh, sunny whore in my face, a chain
feel my fire in the bamboo range
and a heel on the nose of all