Sixty watts watched me
Examine my breath in a backyard
In the year New England
Failed to recall
That it was March and not May
That came a lion and left a lamb
And let fog unwind the lace cobweb of life
Under the four am halogen moon.
Melt an embrace
Over my moccasin moves
And dog calls
They were arabesques and soliloquies (respectively)
Sung legato
To the matron seraphim
The matron seraphim of
Lonely lover with the coldest hands
Taste low tide on the navy sands,
And she and muse are sisters, mute,
In adolescent fury and jealousy.
(She hums just above an engine)
Sophmororic aural emabargos
Weigh heavy cargo on my soul,
Who cuts when he thinks I'm asleep
But I know better,
Because I only cry when I mean it
Yes I only cry when I mean it
Lonely lover with the coldest hands
Taste low tide on the navy sands,
And she and muse are sisters, mute,
In adolescent fury and jealousy.
She hums just above an engine,
And she leads beneath the sheets,
And she and muse are sisters, mute,
In adolescent fury and jealousy.
(She hums just above an engine)