Tear up the sky
pour the water down
the sound is falling
hear its feet trace my map
into the slide of mud
wrapped in hard down rock
oh rock me with the music
of your liquid breath
dimple darling the street
with rivers filling up into the dark
delivery comes from your potent mouth
as it crumbles the blush of dusk
with stakes that jam the horizon
down into the cinnabar crack of tomorrow
Don’t whisper it’s too late
and I have yearned for sound of tin drums
to make music like your hands in my mind
feed me baby with you patter I’m starved
and rocking in a boat made of splinters
‘til I drown
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