darling, I see you smiling through the steam on the shower door but now darling, I hear you crying the faucet's too quiet to drown it but baby you are a lion you're frightening and violent and if death is as scared as I am then he'll leave us alone for the moment this house we've built feels broken the cedar shingles have rotted the paint-less walls have all molded and our house of cards has folded but honey you are my lion you're frightening and violent I'm so deathly afraid beneath my pale skin and I want your smile how it had been and I want your eyes like I knew them because my heart is filled with conflict and I love you yet feel homesick hope he leaves us alone for the moment

I'll start an army I've got some guns hidden 'neath the floorboards with three righteous sons who've never seen peace in this land and sleep soundly on pillows of bags made of sand a traitor's heart freckled with pieces of lead been living it sallow and mostly dead peacekeepers fighting and a U.N decree life's so expensive and dying is free there's nothing that stands for me in this world so I've got to fight this war but just how the sun follows the moon around we spin on this floating balloon well I'll start a camp in the monument square we'll put all our heads up in the air for a prayer but the police are coming just look at that wall they've got tear gas and rubber bullets what's the truth? it's hard to say, just keep your head down kid and walk away because there's nothing that stands for us in this world so we've got to fight this war and just how the sun follows the moon around we spin on this floating balloon I'll start a revolution the media can feast because my name is trending he'll shoot out his tweets cause someone is hiding way up high in a hundred floor high-rise up in the sky well sir take a penny and drop it to earth give us something for all that we're worth before I take an elevator up to that room shoot out the ceiling and up over the moon and just how the sun will follow us too around we spin on this floating balloon

I've got a teeshirt of a place I once visited but never really saw the newspaper shows a place I don't know in the grip of some awful claw my cellphone cracked when I dropped in on the steps I lost that picture of you in your slip one afternoon I can't remember what you smell like there's a place that I go sometimes when I'm dreaming I can't remember when I wake but I know that I liked it laying by your side your hair so curly and tickling my face and unless something changes most of our routine days are lost to the ether like nothing worth a memory has ever befallen me it's so hard to find something to cling to so I lost 20 pounds in the weeks shortly after you grabbed your belongings while I was working you packed your car not going to far to your friend's house in town with all but our bedsheets but remember when I first kissed you or was it actually you who first kissed me because years have a habit of slipping away but all I can say is that I want to relive that

every human-being here is in their archetypal form let's put on a mask so we can party through the storm I'll keep believing that this evening will keep us from the past we both know this cast this act to the last so direct me to the stage bright as the curtain pulls and sways we could cut a play where the heartiest of hearts won't run away where they're both content to stay in their chests the whole way it's a long way east my friend don't forget your map you can prove them right when they say the west's a trap I'll keep pleading if you need me to soften the demise say our goodbyes till ornery it dies or you could be the lead and I'll be the one behind the scenes we could cut a play where the heartiest of hearts won't run way where they're both content to stay in their chests the whole way I see your silhouette the sunset over the sea my fickle fragile mind, my whole anatomy is grieving the fleeting nature of our hearts the subtle start of tearing apart but the stage lights feel warm like the sun on the boulevard we could cut a play where the heartiest of hearts won't run away where they're both content to stay in their chests the whole way the future keeps a photograph tucked between her breasts the past wants life to move too fast and solemn simple truth I am always one to dread let's not play dead, never play dead

I fell in love with a tree I scratched its bark as it said unto me stand beneath my leaves their broad enough to keep the rain off of thee I fell in love with the sea I dipped my naked toes into the depths of the green with rocks under my knees I scooped my hands into a bundle of seaweed Molly girl, Molly mine will we feel this way the rest of tonight Molly my love, Molly mine will we feel this way the rest of our lives I fell in love with your eyes stripped beneath your cloths and skin saw what's inside your broken collarbone a pack full of cigarettes just being alone flowers blooming in the sky the lingering smoke from the 4th of July just an empty field now empty solo cups, emptiness with ups and downs Molly girl, Molly mine will we feel this way the rest of tonight Molly my love, Molly mine will we feel this way the rest of our lives your skin smells like freshly cut grass the dew is soaking through my shirt to my back your skin smells like freshly cut grass the dew has soaked through my shirt to my back

we came on a ship sailed from the east to hunt great beasts beneath the seas and I write you how it hurts to feel undone my heart flutters with the sails and I yearn for something new for what I discern is to unlearn all I've learned Mary says I'm blind and of another time he's right, my fight has all but died when I dreamt of a bird soaring above the sea in it's guts were human-beings when the island I found it all cluttered with stars killing the places that were dark if all that I've seen truly follows me would you believe? I sit on the bow the night watch and see a stilt pass the mast and somewhere afar a fire, a beach a feast, the smoke scents the air I drift off to sleep with my head on my knees and see a big colony of towering trees all dropping their leaves and me sitting by

I'll pack my bag for the day with all the things I want and none of the things I need and put them in a sack that I'll keep with me because I might be more wine than blood I'm just some lines in the sand some thought I'll be a teacher, a friend, a lover I'll be the warmth of a mother and I'll pack my head full of poems antidotes and spells none of which I need but I need some magic to dream the dreams that I want to dream there's mescaline in the cactus by your bed and plants steeping, steaming beeswax melting onto the table red mouths breathing, singing and in your journal you'll write with a pen name while I'm dead sleeping, dreaming, sleeping, dreaming and dead I'll see through your eyes one day I'll feel your heartstrings all torn and frayed

my body was curled around yours like a fern as you breathed into slumber and the summer rain and thunder so riotous and loud it kept us hiding under covers from the leaky roof above us and the flooded basement floor but my heart has learned all the swears in its new language I keep trying to wash it out in the shadows of my self doubts and I see it in your frame all that sisterly abandon you've got it pouring from your veins like our gutters filled with raindrops so bring in the rosemary it's gonna frost hard tonight I see it in the light and how it's dropping 'neath the treetops and I've always had a sense of when to stay and when to stay put and I'm sorry for the bumps on this potholed unpaved highway but my heart has learned all the swears in its new language I keep trying to wash it out in the shadows of my self doubts and I see it in your frame all that daughterly abandon you've got it stopped up in your veins like our sidewalks deep in snowbanks and there's nothing but the sound of the shaking antique windows blowing in the wind of our unmoved into bedroom it's been a hundred million years on the edge of something crucial and I wish I had you there on this lone event horizon

there's nothing to see in here said the girl to her mirror a painting with no details a vessel for sleeping pills so go to sleep my pretty little fling and dream of nothing and wake for no one did you pull the blinds, and lock your doors? her skin smells like lanolin and so her sheets smell like it too skin white and chamomile and eyes light as June he's digging through your trash past the scraps of his dignity in the ally of your apartment alone well I promised I'd walk you home so go to sleep my pretty little fling and dream of nothing and wake for no one did you pull the blinds and lock your doors? her skin smells like lanolin and so her sheets smell like it too skin white and chamomile and eyes light as June well the past is a reverie things were always harder than they seemed her skin smells like lanolin and so her sheets smell like it too

we were young for a fortnight of common bed nomenclature of tongue-tied twisted dread and we came for a feeling of reprieve from the heat forty acres of farmland in the hills far away from the capital and it rains down what we don't know from their drones a Soviet name carved into stone landmines dug in as seeds are sown we can speak in whispers beneath the firs poppy milk turned black as my sister's hair our plots burned during our evening prayers we will learn the names of their guns with our sons

we don't get much sun in our apartment when it's snowing and the branches of the trees scratch our windowpanes in harmony with the blowing of the wind as it passes down the alley past the corner store and gas station where there's always someone drunk and ranting the present isn't all it's made out to be when your life is full of ashes and your bank account is empty there's something about the way you look at me when I'm falling fast asleep that I know it through my eyelids though their closed and drifting you think I'm haunted that a ghost moans and follows me my skin bleeds out I'm porous like volcanic stone I'm wasted by the ocean as it washes over my feet I look out on the beach and see a world that treasures greed and fear and loneliness our words so paper thin little creations we can't really lift up the veil all around them our lives so paper thin crooked skeletons that greedily drink up the good all around them would you follow me? we'll be a team running from the din and though we'll die alone we'll rebuild from our bones and if you felt like living we'll stay as children who wear their hair long and walk barefoot around the gardens and why not, reminded of truth, we give up on the nothing before it swallows all our youth? but these walls are paper thin we found out when our fists went right through them and the sound of neighbors slid beneath the doors and up through the floorboards her skin was paper thin and her damaged little lungs were searching for a breath then searching for the next a lonely element deep within our heads and deep within our chests