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Asylum of Hands

by

Felicia Spencer

Groping,grinning,grinding,winning
in the asylum of hands
it's just so beguiling you can't help smiling
in the asylum of man

And anyways how much is a mind worth?
crumbling filthy and covered in dirt
mauled by the asylum of hands
and anyways how much is a soul worth?
dying and trying and drowning in mirth
corroded by the asylum of man

rythmic and silent strumming oh so quiet
playing for the aslum of hands
cornered and captured a slave to you rapture
a pawn in the asylum of man

Auction Room

by

Felicia Spencer

Smell of dust smell of slaughter
Touch of wood touch of water
It's the pigs in the pen
The money in the men
It feels so good to know he bought her

Itch of thaught itch of need
I cant stop the fire i cant stop the glee
Its the empty in the heart
The ever missing part
It feels so good to know shes free

Untitled

by

Felicia Spencer

Death a vintage of ones past
As nostalgic euphoria is a flame in its ash
Like a broken rib from a madmans chest
Hollowed out to make a nest
To hold a love of wine and song
To hoast a feast of bitter wrongs
Brought down upon you by frozen hand
Down upon you by widowed man

Dragons Breath

by

Felicia Spencer

By the penance of a summers heat,
I cry and scourge to my defeat.
Anger is fate no great feat,
Candor is choice rage is grief

Earthpower

by

Felicia Spencer

The suns a beast with a toung that lashes
The earth a stone with a heart that hatches
Just like me the sky can take
Just like me the water's fake
The grass grows stagnant under rain that heaves
Fire burns hot on tear covered cheaks
Ground fears lightnings angry cry
Wind lurches and thunder dies
The magic that binds holds you too
The ground that shakes can also bruise

The Copelands

by

Felicia Spencer

They lived to work they worked to die young men who happened
to be hired by
the Copelands

Lone drifters, that no one knew signed the checks when
they were due
for the Copelands

They served their use thier work was done led out back
by a gun
murdered by the Copelands

Now what to do? where to hide there extra clothes so no one
finds out so no one knows
another patchwork quilt for the copelands

Broken Rose

by

Felicia Spencer

Broken rose and babies breath pretty flowers picked
half to death
To be a boquet for young spring bride who's fearful grin her
veil will hide

Broken rose and babies breath pretty flowers pinned
to husbands breast
To be a corsage of crimson and cream the blood and tears
of a dyinf dream

Untitled

by

Felicia Spencer

Theres something i hear that i can't understand
Theres something i see thats not of this land
And if it comes close i'll take its hand
For i've become tired of this tired of man

Rabbit

by

Felicia Spencer

In that moment
When the sky exscreets a crimson haze,
And its so cold you cam see
The breath of a thousand hungary spectators
As the mist that hugs the damp earth,
It is this moment
When every thing can change shape
Where every tree,
And every puddle
Is ablaze with the yellow light or life
Of those one thousand hungery spectators
Of this moment
When the air is still and moist with spring dew
Where cobwebs entobm the silent graves
Of valient soldiers with thier intricate lacings
I can think of only the one thousand hungery spectators
And thier waiting eyes