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send me to the docks where we met
the disappointed bridge that haunts the regrets
slip under the floorboards (my love)
with all his crooked fingers waving at us

take me to the wave where I came
flush into the world with blue skin choking
little bits of diamond crushed up

October's got those orange eyes
But somehow I still lost sight
When you lifted the lid off of my pumpkin head
And kissed me goodnight
Should it be a thorn in my side
We never quite broke that horse
She slept in the cul-de-sac right
Seven miles from my front porch

Lay down by your fire..,
come back home tonight,
Turn into the tide,
spill out your enzymes....
We learned how to swim,
Just enough to float,
Further than you think,
It’s closer than the way back home.

I will learn to console
the dying cylon
whose hope
has binary slow turned
into grief into
hearts we hid up our sleeves
I didn't have to leave
I can see

And I could never tell as a kid
What that window door went to
Only told to stay away
I almost had an accident at age 6
When I found the key in the attic
And now the smell of these wood frames
Is the only sense I've left
So as you pull me from the bed

We getup early just to start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep we need to get the blood back in 'em
We're finding every day several ways that we could be friends

We keep on churning and the lights inside the house turned on
And in our native language we are chanting ancient songs
And when we quiet down the house chants on without us

Do me this solid
If you would pretty lady
Please grab me a martini
And meet me on the balcony
I've prepared a light show
You could fake a melody
We could argue over where and when
the cymbal hits should be

I am starting to sense your location
You are somewhere in the attic
Looking something close to tragic
Knitting t-shirts and your mattress
I'm floating on the stairwell
With my toes grazed in the cedar
Thinking softly what a tinder box we live in...

I watched you flare up from the ink
nocturnal glances were surrounding

our legs got sucked in and
our bodies keep on lifting off the sheets
our hands get tied to our minds and
we keep on talking in our sleep

Shut me up with your long tubesocks
They don't scream, "Hey, let's just be friends"
Look at both my inkwells brimming
I was much less understanding then

How many stars you think you possess
How many in your butterfly net
Build me a star in your forehead

We beg rebirth to take us up
Parade our souls out by the back gate
Some claw the ground
Some cut the air
Some warm the seas
But what will you be and when?

And I swim through dirt to find you out

I am convinced that we could be friends
We have several interests in common
In common

And I am convinced that we have been friends
Were you a Tahitian grain of sand
In a past life?