This Is My House

This
is my house
This is my house
This is my house and I
and I
and I get to decide

This is my house and I get to decide

This is my house
and I get to decide
who comes inside
(who comes inside)

This is my house
and I get to decide
who comes inside.

Anger is mine
(anger is mine)

Anger is an arrow
Anger is an arrow that points
Anger is an arrow that points
Anger is an arrow that points me in the right
Anger is an arrow that points me in the right
Anger is an arrow that points me in the right direction
Anger is an arrow that points me in the direction that I should go
Anger is an arrow that points me in the right direction that I should go

Anger is an arrow that points me in the right direction that I should go
(in the direction that I should go)
NO
Anger is an arrow that points me in the right direction that you should go
Anger is an arrow that points me in the direction that you should go
in the direction that you should go

This is my house!
(this is my house)
And you are not
a guest in it

This is my house and you are not a guest in it.

This is my house and I get to decide
This is my house and I get to decide
This is my house and I get to decide who the fuck
This is my house and I get to decide who the fuck
(who to fuck)
This is my house and I get to decide who the fuck who to fuck
This is my house and I get to decide who the fuck comes inside.
This is my house and I get to decide who the fuck comes inside.
This is my house and I get to decide who the fuck comes inside of it.
This is my house and I get to decide who the fuck comes inside of it

from now on
from now on
from now on

This is my house and I get to decide who the fuck comes inside of it from now on.

- sk, dec 2013/jan 2014

we did not know exactly what those trees meant

just you and me
with two brooms going
and nothing much to say

the needles everywhere
dried up
sticking to our socks like
insults
unready to be dismissed

we did not know
exactly what
those trees meant

when mine
with glory blazing
and everyone
clustered around
blissfully nestled into false frames
one last time

we come back

tired
with two brooms going
and nothing else to say

-sk 1/13/14