"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they r...

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Lady Lazarus

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it-----

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?-------

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The Peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot ------
The big strip tease.
Gentleman , ladies
...

Lady Lazarus

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it-----

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?-------

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The Peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot ------
The big strip tease.
Gentleman , ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart---
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair on my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I r

THE BALLAD OF MARY JEAN JACKSON (sad) it's actually a song so the rhymes aren't poetically correct

I surrendered my swing
to mean Mary Jean,
back in my Grammar School years.
They double dog dared me,
but she kinda scared me,
and won on account of my fears.

Mary Jean Jackson
lived over on Thackston

in a house full of shadows and frowns.
I was told early on,
I was never to roam
near that place after sundown.

Years tumble by,
and the innocence dies,
but the curious mind lingers on.
As I grew older
I saw her grow colder,
and thought about her life at home.

One late summers evening
I had trouble sleeping,
Mary Jean preyed on my mind.
So I sneaked out the b...

THE BALLAD OF MARY JEAN JACKSON (sad) it's actually a song so the rhymes aren't poetically correct

I surrendered my swing
to mean Mary Jean,
back in my Grammar School years.
They double dog dared me,
but she kinda scared me,
and won on account of my fears.

Mary Jean Jackson
lived over on Thackston

in a house full of shadows and frowns.
I was told early on,
I was never to roam
near that place after sundown.

Years tumble by,
and the innocence dies,
but the curious mind lingers on.
As I grew older
I saw her grow colder,
and thought about her life at home.

One late summers evening
I had trouble sleeping,
Mary Jean preyed on my mind.
So I sneaked out the back door
up on to her porch,
where I found a crack in the blind.

Mary was done up
in lipstick and makeup,
mingled with terror and tears.
When her Daddy came swagger'n,
half necked and stagger'n,
his intention was perfectly clear.

It seemed like forever,
I thought he would never
fall when that pistol rang out.
So she fired two and three,
seemed to look right at me,
then stuck that gun in her mouth.

Sweet Mary Jean
lived and died caught between
wrong and so far from right.
I'm proud now to say,
on the playground that day,
I didn't make Mary Jean fight.