Antigone Happy Meal Toy 

All my haha’s have gone inside, Daddio. 

All hunkering down inside a hole. You 

know I couldn’t stand it anymore. I took 

a knife and slid it across the floor. Anybody 

know a murderer? All my heart was beat 

down, inside a hole. I shot up in the night 

like a dreaming arrow. All you hicks ‘round 

here got nothing. On a flight to Tokyo, I ate 

Spaghettios. The bumblebee government 

fed me a plate of muscadines. Peanut butter, 

peanut butter, peanut butter, peanut butter. 

Now I’m a Sphinx bitch. For free or for 

fire, fire, fire, fire, fire? 

You took my heart and rolled it, Daddio.

Persephorpheus 

i 

a bird in the moon going 

hahahahaha. 

rouge up your face and go 

hahahaha. do it! 

sing songs that go 

hahahaha. drink another potion, 

or tie another tie. you’re a little nun, 

nun, nun. drive far in your car-ar-ar. 

my lover sings of things 

beyond this world, on the edge of the path he

cracks open a pecan from afar 

drink another potion 

use your brain from afar, 

bring another edge onto the path. 

we’re flying my love, 

growing with our recitals speeding up 

as we chew all the words 

we suffered in August

ii 

things that once flew are dammed. 

try to make sense of that 

weak information from satellites. 

we became cola junkies for the man 

when we were so young. we were lonely, 

bred of defeat, so weak, dozing angels. 

Oh love our dogs are blind and filthy 

dancing to meaningless death. 

Mars 

rises 

above us 

noisy like them. 

I’m bored, are you? 

Shall I feed us to a new being?

iii 

i hopped in the water 

stung 

like a wasp in the ocean 

you remained in the evening 

in bedroom land 

i can’t ask for better 

i’d be happy to have a blink of

you like a dog you’re going to die 

i hope you’ll still love me 

i’m going to stay 

since it never ends 

being myself holding me

lonely child 

gooseskin, 

singflinch 

reachout 

indaylight 

shellangel 

stainyouth 

cashout 

loveurself 

I see you & 

hail you 

anybody 

whohurts 

Be young 

Before you 

Stew in marble 

Handle memories 

Like a knife blade 

Isn’t it beautiful 

to you see yourself 

with a recipe?

You are in the Keeper’s hands sucker