Blood Moon Eclipticus
Have you ever felt like a fatherless waif
In the presence of your father?
Have you ever felt like a cornered cat
As your mother hovers
Over you in the blood-moon light?
I dream of Saturn eating his children
I dream of the children I never wanted
I dream of the children I never had
I dream of what I’m capable of doing
I dream of what was done to me
I dream of your equanimity
What I’m Listening To:
“You can keep the furniture
A bump on the head …
… Where’d you park the car?
Clothes are on the lawn with the furniture …
… Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half”
— Radiohead / “Morning Bell”