Law of Matinées

Spinning around attached to my back
Spinning around
Spinning around on stage
On stage attached to my back, it's that
His sound comes out when I open my mouth
My mouth comes out when I open his guitar case
And then I say
“What happens when the body dies but the parts that know you're alive stay alive?”
Were I not to be bound by the Law of Matinées
And not to be bound to an unpalatable partner
I would would do many shows
I would show people my pieces of my whip
I would show them what we've done
And I can't ever have that
What I can do is move back to a place wherе effort is acknowledged
A placе where I no longer have to explain myself