A comic opera with an unlikely plot
Starts out like a dead weight
Ends in thin air
Peaceful and a little psychedelic
As though nothing had ever happened

The tale reads like a primer on love:
He returns to the women on the porch
A dagger between his legs
One thought colliding with the next
“So much for a safe word, my sister’s coming over”  

He has an idea that more is at stake
Saw the fires of eternal damnation burning
“Sons of *******, international ******,
One day I’ll crush them”
And the deep river runs on

The fatal tarnish of the everyday had driven her
Like a disease from the city
A charismatic and secure young player
She claimed to be a psychic
Who could find any missing child

She stiffened for a moment, then went on talking
Sometimes lush and moody, sometimes sharp and witty
Touching on inchworms and electrons
And the dramas and rivalries they bring with them
As though nothing had ever happened