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Saturday, July 18, 2026

Soulcatcher - Headless Chickens

 

Soulcatcher
by Headless Chickens

Jenny lay in the bluish heat
like a wasted dream
her face was wrong

The ancient clock
pushed time around
on the shelf

Mama stood with a leather frown
Papa felt like some hysterical clown
with a concrete pie
and shoes that were far too big

The doctor came with his bag of bones
The soulcatcher crouched on the windowsill
with a gramophone
the doctor scratched his head and
walked over to
Jenny sweating
incest

His hands froze as he
touched her, the birds
peered from their bamboo cage

at the soulcatcher

La lala lala la lala
Soulcatcher

La lala lala la lala
Soulcatcher

La lala lala la lala la

Mama coughed
and said:
"How can we make her stay,
when she talks in her sleep,
about leaving?"

Jenny looked through
poisoned eyes
as a sick tune played
on the gramophone
The doctor sighed and said:
 "Jenny won't change anymore"

Papa fled to the kitchen light
Mama just spun in the crying jag
whispering
softly
to herself  

The soulcatcher winked and ginned
The doctor put his clinical toys away
and rolled off
on a pushbike and

Jenny saw some Indians
that rode in circles over her
As the music got
faster and faster
she called out to her

soulcatcher

La lala lala la lala
Soulcatcher

La lala lala la lala
Soulcatcher

La lala lala la lala la

The birds flew round their cage
and broke their stupid wings
as the room
seemed to start
feeding

The soulcatcher took Jenny's soul away
and hung it up to dry
on a big plain tree
whispering
softly
to himself

He tapped his foot
and turned around
and disappeared down
through a hole in the ground
where nothing

means

everything

everything

everything

everything

everything

everything

everything

everything

everything

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