Good morning
Last night I had the most terrible nightmare
You were holding your skin in the palm of your hand
And I watched
I watched
You mumbling towards me
And I yes me and I
Cannot forget not erase nor replace
The sound of you calling my name
Oh whenever will it stop
Did I say something wrong
What will make it ok
Ms. Moonlight, Ms. Moonlight
You're fading away
But I know what you're looking for
It's underneath the kitchen floor
Where's Jeff Mangum?
No one knows
Peat moss sphagnum
Overgrowth
I followed you
Down where the garden seals it's heavenly gate
Longing, staring at the face of plainness
I came out of the architecture
Not much worse for wear
With burning coals under my heels
And sawdust in my hair
I painted pretty pictures
Of you inside my ears
Where no one ever hears them
Even after all these years
I've spent time reading Sylvia I've read some Bachman too
But all it does is leave me sighing aimless through and through
The birds are singing sweetly outside of my back door
Perhaps I'll be inspired by the synagogue next door
Beneath me, I'm a stranger in a coat and nothing that I want
Beneath me, I'm the gators in the moat and the victim on the boat
Beneath me is a planet sealed away for the sake of man
I killed a bird in flight, flight, flight, flight
Everywhere I go
I am reminded I'm a whore
Grrramuz bed and zoodle zed,
The wolf is at my door
Patience please I'm pleading
To be pregnant through your panes
With silly thoughts outlining all my plastered soda stains
Your sappy scent confounds me
How can I comfort my friends
When all my days and nights are filled
With dreams of your split ends
Your solenoid releases all the voices in your head
That calcify into the water colors on your bed
Fragrance seeps through the grate
Withholding change from a child
Foaming at the mouth
Bewildered by a custard bun
But I know what you're searching for
Its strewn across the sunroom door
What ever happened to Isaac Wood?
He's done more than I ever could