Here I am
Sitting by my little
Ocean in the woods
Dead still leaves
Are all around me
It’s my punishment
For not saying sorry
Or getting out of
The tree, the tree
&
Staying dizzy
In these great
Astral weeks
That just never seem to end
Just then, just then
You step in and
Turn me inside out

To have me be born again
A small steel voice
To steal small red kisses
Straight off of your salty, sweet lips

The crystal ship
Is laying still off shore
In the Gulf of your heart
I’m lying low, scared, in the grass
To try and not scare you away

Little blue dream
Make it seem like the
Real thing, sweet thing
Make me remember
You this year

This week