dance little darling through the spoils of war
and the toils of tomorrow if you know what they're for
yes and drink up the daisies you've grown underground
in your flowerpot caskets of torn wedding gowns
while your body's a bastard of innocent stuff,
you're tongue's just a temptress that was lost in the flood
that has claimed quiet lives of sick rocking horse boys
who've drowned all their sorrows in your vacuum of noise
so sing solitary the psalms that you've buried
that, exhumed by the barely negotiable Mary,
do pray to your god that there's something better than this

on varicose highways, we've quickly forgotten
the secrets once shared and just how far we got then
down the veins of our roadmap marked guilty with pushpins
and sewn back together with thread needle cushions,
but bound to front porches like bones bind to marrow
we're tethered together, just whispers to sparrows
so silent like parking lots at 3:45
and though the light's on in the storefront, there's nothing inside
so motion to morning with the words we were forming
that prophesize soaring and irrevocable warning:
that if you do get betrayed, then at least you are promised a kiss



snow globe

it's been misty since midnight from all the pouring rain
shooting out the streetlights till the sun comes out again
your little hands and mine will steal the stars

drifting down a river that i could not control
i've long since lost the engine, but i got a ferry to pole
i'll gladly bring you across – it won't cost too much

there's one leaf on the tree now and the candles aren't real
you can't extinguish something that the spider had to steal
but it's alright, we'll sleep tonight

i've never been to england, but i think i'd like to go
i've never been to paris, but i'd like it there, i know
i've never been in love with you
but i'd like that too