Old Stuff #9

Julyish 2002

Jane

(I wrote this the day after I finished reading “Children of the Mind” by Orson Scott Card)

Jane, Jane why has it come to this?

It is your sound I miss

I must die for you to stay alive.

I desire to touch you, I desire to love you

Three thousand years and not a single kiss

Jane, Jane why has it come to this?

I’m sorry I cut you off,

I killed you once but never again,

I love you now and to the end.

I saw you whisper in his ear

And his ear, no soul there

Now I locked myself in here just to get some sex this year

And I must die, for you to stay alive

Jane, Jane why has it come to this?

Your mind from my body

And your body from my mind

You’re my daughter in my sister and I love you.

Please don’t kiss him, he is my son

And you are the one I want.