I was on a leash when my love sat
down next to me.
Even the ivy on the old brick
is freer than me.
Freely the bird can fly to ivy,
She mocks me, ***** and mocks
I'm an old carpeted dog
After a wash in the afternoon sun.
I bark when there's fire in my belly
Even when she *****
Her wings so tender and close
now's the time
to hide my bone though its the last thing
I got to show.
The tiles break and formed a hole
way back in 1892
For her young to beak through storm
Its being ready to live
and forgetting how to die
When they come
and levee the hole with her inside .
It's the underground rumble
That I trembled behind
Inside the endless tire circle
in circles of tires.
It was fifty cents for a click of a pen
Now here I am
Waiting for her to use her wind
To bring the levees
Down to the last ***** of chisel