Blake in Amsterdam

Blake haunts me in a bed
in a room on
Grote Bieckerstraadt,
Blake calls me names;
snol, viswisf, verloren ziel,
gekke vrow,
(harlot, fishwife, lost soul, crazy woman),
Blake haunts me in Dutch,
When I ask him - Master William,
Where did you learn Dutch?
He says, in the spirit world, ninny girl,
you will know all languages,
everything is revealed,
you sleep wrapped in the tissue of dawn,
wake holding the reins of the sun.

No need to push your titties
out the top of a corset,
or jump on the bar and lift
your petticoats up,
in your earthly life, you will never get enough,
Na,na,na, nay, nay, na, na-na-na-nay-nay-nay

You want to catch the truth
like a beam of light
between your legs,
try as you will to use your sex like a crutch,
in the earthly world you will never get enough.
Hear me, ninny girl,
no matter how you shimmy and shake
yours are nay the hips that rock
the cradle of creation,
na, na, na, nay-nay-nay.
In your earthly life you will never get enough.
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