The porcupine is out tonight
She hits me with her firing light
And everything is just fair game
She shells me and I don’t feel the same
Because everything is just a mood
And all she ever does is brood
To bake what she can never cook
And do everything by the book
The book she names
The book she recites
She looks at me 
And dynamites 
Everything that ever was
She says that she does it coz
She loves me but I think that’s a hoot
I watch as the flames take root
In desire and in fear
I push away when she comes near
Coz forests come and forests go
But the green will stay the same so 
I trust in my own hands of clay
When I just walk surreptitiously say
Nothing at all to you 
It’s been an ocean, these shades of blue

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