Divine is a cat
Divine is a cat with her eyes closed
leaves in the sea , cos I said so!
How can you leave and stay still tho?
I said 'Go!' as the wind blows-
to the canyon below that holds all that you know,
that you Know you know,
could'a told you this before, I suppose
but I had to go.
So here I am stepping uneven,
try once , try twice, for feeling-
colourful , childish secrets
pinch me to see if I'm dreaming.
Summoned, unbuttoned, half decent,
the sum of all parts or pieces,
of whatever's washed up the next evening,
if I wash up I might steal your teaspoons!
But if you were born with that in ya mouth -
may I suggest you spit it out?
oh if you were born with Saturn at South,
them rings you spin you ought to shout!