The Push

Sit Kitty Sit’s debut release from 2010

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Purge

One face
Now or never
Do I know you
Do I care
You dare me
Not to love you
But how could I
No one’s thereChorus:Gouge
His nails have barely
Scratched the surface
Delve
Her psyche
Blistered bruised and torn
Dig six feet deep
Are you sure we’re not stopping
You can’t heal until you purgeIt’s lights out
Broadway baby
No one’s saying
You can’t go home
She knows you
Do you see her
Waving before she fallsChorus

I can just see me there
Under the surface
A Freudian slip hidden under my dress
As I twiddle my thumbs in anticipation
Crossdressing apathy
Open heart sex
And she scabs over slowly
Her pain isn’t real
She’s calling her angels
They’re drunk at the wheel
She twists it off slowly
It bleeds as it comes

Do you
Do you love me
I am naked for your eyes
I won’t fight you
You can cut me
If you can take me
As I am

© 2005 Kat Downs

In the Morning

Lazy eyes on the landscape
Wing small birds singing
in my brain
Electric bell speaks nine a.m.
Into consciousness off to hellLunatic reflection
Oh that’s me baby here I am
Ten feet high here we go again
I can’t do this
Yes you canThere’s thunder in meBusinessmen transients mothers racing off to destinations
Newspapers credible headlines
Children with no education
Coffee conglomerates hypnotizing barely conscious nations
People are laughing and smiling
It reeks of beautiful life
Beautiful life
In the morning

Pavement beats beneath feetBroken dreams littered on the street
Electric gospel overhead
Buy salvation
Raise your dead

There’s thunder in them

If I was lovely she thinks I wouldn’t be so broken hearted
If I was brilliant he thinks I would have gone off to college
If I weren’t scared of my shadow I’d be off the street today
Inside they are laughing and crying

They reek of beautiful
Beautiful
In the morning

Brilliant lies when the dream began
Try and fail is the role of man
Electric bell speaks nine a.m.
I can’t do this
Yes you can

© 2007 Kat Downs

Out of Style

She must be crazy
She must be
And I am
I will
Wait here for her break for freedom
And I will
I am
SleepingHere is the artist
A pale version of her formal self
She sits in candlelight
Beside her suit of armor
And I am
She is
Looking into black fire burning
And she is
I amMourning like it’s out of style
Mourning like it’s out of styleChorus:
Her grave dancing
Is shadowing everything
These are the pictures in her head
My head
Burning pillars
It’s a regular tragedy
A prestigious calamity
And this temperate reality is so
Out of style

He’s pushing daisies
He must be
He says his work here is done
She says his work here’s not done
He can’t go yet

Here is a father
A pale version of his formal selfHe glows in eventide
Now he can walk on water
And she is
He is
Faces even I wouldn’t recognize
And he is
She is
Sleeping

Like it’s out of style
Like it’s out of style

Comfort comfort little angel
Pray for me

She must be crazy
She must be

© 2005 Kat Downs


Raven

Raven sweeps in circles
Intends to bowl you over
Winging slyly past your shoulder
Blackest night in daylight
Her message shrieked cannot be missed
Girl, mind your businessCall it singingWicked warning
Bearing down on me
Swoop in circles
From behind
Pushing forward
Walking blindRaven criesMadame calls at sunset
Your path is chosen
Ready- Set
More you ignore louder I get
See the answer inner shrine
Written wall that chills my spine
Poets calling from divine

Call it singing totem warning
Raining down on me
Stepping sideways
Hide behind
Standing empty
Wasting time

Raven Cries
Raven Cries

© 2006 Kat Downs

The Push

In the event of aSpiritual emergency
Hold your head
Don’t forget to breathe
Say your prayers
Is anyone listeningThis is a bitter supplication
The most reluctant cry for help
You have ever heard
I’ve been told it’s the oldest
Prayer in the world
Fuck
Is anyone listeningMissing every angle in
Kaleidoscope ejaculation
Fluctuating pressure in my head
Craving peace and self-destruction
Heart attacks and revolution
I need an explanationC:
Maybe it’s the thrill of going
Fast in the dark
Maybe it’s the chill of losing face
In a spark
Maybe it’s the cut that won’t heal
Anymore
Maybe it’s the sense that thing are
Out of control
Maybe it’s the urge to re-examine your soul
Maybe it’s The Push

It is the whisper that came before the storm
The agreement you made before you were born
It’s the race that you can’t run away from

Here is the buzzing that sounds inside your head
Bubble doubt and waves of dark blue dread
Don’t be coy you have come to change the world
Is that
Is that what you’re afraid of

Twisted seeds are influential
Consequence is circumstantial
Suddenly I’m seeing in the dark
Feeling things is quite astounding
Color-codes a way of living
Another vision looming

© 2007 Kat Downs