Kilikili from Agency by Kilikili

We rolled our third eyes on third eyes.
We're puppies in playtime,
And maple, citrus kilikili.
I remember death,
Bless the smell of your breath,
And how it peels my skin.

I don't even like love songs.
There's plenty of other forces in the world to sing about.
Plenty of goals and mindsets to instill in our cultures.
Is there a bridge to capture how ridiculous it is?
Getting too used to have and to hold.

Where did the doubt come from?
Who was it put the doubt in me?
Was it as worms or cancer?
Where were the heeders?
Where were their toolboxes for building blocks esteemed from doubt?

Was it the first sin to act with uncertainty?
In the depth of a guess.
That a guess should not be certain.

But, if flight was the response,
It must without retraction
And the luck of it be life or death.

Was it the newfound absence of death?
Was it the medicine?
Was it the cancer?
Was it the scantrons!?
Doubt in the dots and the spaces where conscious wades in short term memories?
Doubt in the life inexperience?

Was it worms from the bad salmon, transport by time and many pencils and mouths?
Was it cancer from the power lines? Processed by the foods but still made from within?
Was it just, plain, made from within?
Who was it put the doubt in me?
Where were the heeders?

• Alternative
• female composer
• poetry music
• theatrical jazz
• San Diego