Song, Chant, Poetry, Stories and Satire for the Pagan Community

This entry made: 11/06/1997

Title: I Want To Be Dancing With Witches Tonight
Written by: Adam Walks Between Worlds
Date:
Source: personal contact, 1996
Recorded on:
Subject: General

Slinky, butterball, autumn moon
Hangs like a fat tit cross a dusky sky
Old Sol, swollen sick, sinks he down
From too much noon
Mama Luna calls the kiddies
Come to coven now
Dance the dance
And chant the chants
Romance the plants
Dianas and Pans
Sing to Me for I am Full.
And I want to be dancing with witches tonight.

And I ache in an aerie of artifice
Big belly burning balefires
Tight tailored suit stinginš like a skin full of piss ants
Power tie: a loose noose on a floosed goose
Spectacles conceal my moonstruck glower
Thumbs, fumbling for a dumbeq,
Find a lap top, a lunch bag, a Post It, Scotch Tape.
My feet itch and I must not dance
My throat burns and I must not chant
My wood swells and I must not --
Hands on the table, boy! Mustn't touch!
Black leather oxfords reflect the pantied, dry cowan snatch of an MBA
And I want to be dancing with witches tonight.

Venus of Wyllendorf, witchy wild women
Riven with spellcraft and deep, earthy calls
Knowing and wanting and holy and holed
Virgins to bride and mother to ride and crones to intrigue
By the hoarde by the league
All rapture and willing and bright flashing sighs
And wild manes of fire and sweet, sweaty thighs
To enwrap and engulf and enmesh and enthuse
With the hair and the flesh of my goaty old thews
Lipses to bite
And nipses to taunt
And thatches to kiss
And... Esbats to miss!
Ooooohhhh! I want to be dancing with witches tonight.

Alone among mortals, I hear the Moonšs calling,
And I bite my lips to bleeding
Alive in these dead mountains of commerce
Nina Totenberg considers all things for me
Geeks grin at software jokes I told yesterday
Content that their air is conditioned
And promise the venture guys will come through
Would I like to eat again at Chilišs tonight?

It is my will to lave the flesh of fellow barbarians and to feel their rut
It is my will to ladle my belly big with my ancestors knowings
It is my will to weave spells of spiders, stars, loam and jism
It is my will to sing and chant and wail and howl and bay
It is my will to hold men and women and children in these strong arms
It is my will to fill and to be filled
And your fajita at Chili's isn't going to do for me.

I burn, I burn, I burn, I burn, I want to be dancing with witches tonight...