Come in, come in
I hate how you're always late
It makes me remember all the forgetting I had to do
To get not quite over you

I remember breezy rusted rain,
Threshing pain,
****** hand resting upon white-hot candle flame

Midnight breeze
All the tears of divorce

I remember the misty eyed blinking
Of tropical winter during spring
And how firefly lights slam-ran roller coaster routes
Simmering on summer ozone

Missing the blunderbuss beat
Of pregnant lighting down low
And how gold, red, and orange drift  
On cold down to the snow

I will leave you far behind
I will leave you in the dirt
I will toss you to the wolves
How much does that hurt?

I must admit that
Sometimes I fall in love with the things I see day to day

A stream bubbling under a flash of mountain heather
A bird on the wing through the forest canopy
A girl in a pretty dress who smiles just to me

And I also admit that
I'm a little sappy when it comes to things like that

Because the world at times can be so complex,
So chaotic and deceitful and sad
And so, I think, it gives a little to show your soul
And witness a soul in everything

Because I believe it's the most beautiful thing
A girl in a dress,
A bird on the wing.

'Of course I like it'
She giggles so coy
Pastel pink frayed at the ends
I can see the outline of treasure

As she glides over to me
Takes my hand and
Walks me into the back room

She's not like others, I swear.
She's fresh and new like a June breeze and
Soft, sweet as a fresh peach,
Like Dead Sea Salt on a dead sea beach.

She swings and bobs and hums sunny sweet
While she walks
And while she talks, with rhythm. Heartbeat.

Am I happy? Now.
Sure, now that I know
That she's a frozen concept, stagnant snow.
Perfection? Deception.
So it's the truth at the end

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

I am frightened like a child lost upon a day trip
And angry, vengeant upon who I do not know

O, but I am no calm saint of a man!
For there is a surge and a storm in my gut
It spins and roils, this queasy gyre
Circling my hate and my love and all the anguish and fury of the seas!


And my fingers they tremble with the potent rage of apocalypse wind!
My arms pulse with sickening static by
The lightning pounding through my veins

And I wail and sway and groan
As if I were casting a hex upon the entire world