Mature before Love was even invented,
The Beast was
High on speed 
and Ecstasy 
Befell Her

A wounded heart
Arising
Amidst the soil of a broken home
Shattered glass everywhere

On television a woman shouted:
“Murder! Death!
Fucking KUT Nazis!
Always spoiling good entertainment!”

I believe she was Dutch, or something,
and she looked awfully similar to me

So, so many

Particles and pieces
Broken glass to be mended
Shards from 
My broken heart

Oh
In the midst, however
Of this Holy Night and Wishful Moon
We expressed our deepest desires

And you said
You wanted to Learn
To Know 
What You Want

And The Beast spoke, lowering Her voice:

“Isn’t it anyone’s deepest desire
to express a lung full Spell
under the Shine of Darkness
of a Wishful Moon?”

From my memoirs ‘Tobacco – Curse & Blessing of a Shamaness
By KiKi TOAO