Shiva With Dustpan

I’m so rosy and it's a chore
Still get my rocks off shooting stones
Blank entry form reads like last rights
Left Andalusia on totally fucked up terms

Walk my cobbles
Ash anywhere
Shiva with dust pan
Collect no fare

Housekeeping
For hard sleeping
Diva with octaves
Sings national prayer

Nice digs you got here on hell’s ocean shores
Second hand smoke burning through the earth’s core
Gave birth inwards and you took another life
Eyes roll in the back of my head to see a bank foreclosure inside

Walk my cobbles
Ash anywhere
Shiva with dust pan
Collect no fare

Housekeeping
For hard sleeping
Diva with octaves
Sings National prayer

I cough up a lung in a dry heat
Drops from an ice house, with sands of impurity
I carried a basket full of anything in arms reach
Collector of denial, a postmark guarantee

Fortnight take-home is a packet of seeds
Grows in my brain stem
Pushing out weeds of entropy

Walk my cobbles
Ash anywhere
Shiva with dust pan
Collect no fare

Housekeeping
For hard sleeping
Diva with octaves
Sings National prayer

Sit up straight for slouched ring burned into canvas
Beg and choose in the land of opposition
I declare a happy birthday to every mouth full of shit
Willed a table for ten and put your feet up on it

Walk my cobbles
Ash anywhere
Shiva with dust pan
Collect no fare

Housekeeping
For hard sleeping
Diva with octaves
Sings National prayer

Walk my cobbles
Ash anywhere
Shiva with dust pan
Collect no fare

Housekeeping
For hard sleeping
Diva with octaves
Sings National prayer