Swinging on the Stars at Night

Art by Stella Marina

I'm immortal and I'm human

a sinner and a saint

a cutter who's a healer

pacifist in war paint. 

I'm drunk when I'm sober

a stoner who is licit

rough in my gentleness

holy and explicit

I'm sane and then I'm not

I'm one, then I'm more

a big brave dyke

who can't make it out the door

A pagan who loves Jesus

got faith that I've got doubts

perfectly imperfect

I'm in, no, oops, I'm out. 

I'm clean when I'm dirty

proper and taboo

normally abnormal

I'm happy and I'm blue.

Smart without common sense

a dumbass with degrees

I'm loud when I quietly fall

from my soapbox to my knees

I'm good at being naughty

mischievously well behaved

crying while I'm laughing

I'm lost and then I'm saved.

I'm winter when its summer

spring when its fall

sunshine in the night time

don't make no damn sense at all. 

An angel and a demon

on the wrong side doing right

sleeping and yet still awake

swinging on the stars at night.