Father, I killed my monkey
I let it out to taste the sweet of spring
wonder if I will wander out
test my tether
to see if I’m still free
from you

steady as it comes
right down to you
I’ve said it all
so maybe we’re a Bliss
of another kind

lately, I’m into circuitry
what it means to be
made of you but not enough for you
and I wonder if
you can bilocate
is that what I taste
your supernova juice
you know it’s true
I’m part of you

steady as it comes
right down to you
I’ve said it all
so maybe you’re a 4 horse engine
with a power drive
a hot kachina who wants into mine
take it with your terracide
we’re a Bliss
of another kind