twisting your ring as the needle drags carefully
some vitriol, seething about the rest of the drive we made
so don’t break your form, stop breaking even
black nails slip over silver salt tragedies
something in the seams of your wake
something’s been under my skin
pushing upstream under ivy in spring
eyes won’t open
after the party still sipping a glass of gin
one of these mornings you’ll see them start hiving
so don’t break your form, stop breaking even
solder the lines of a past you’ve been keeping
so far out the way
sweetheart i heard you asking,
have you been hiding?
cause i’ve been looking for you all day
the ends that kick our heels
in swarming thoughts of exit
have you been working?
you’re running to something you hope is near
gas lamp you’re holding close
of the things that stuck with me
inside from your old house
features like the wine on top
you’re shifting from the shutter side
like south is always up
south is always up
feathers through your ears
i know the pact
i’m dreaming
yeah, it’s domestic and i think my head’s sick
i’ll wake in tears
to save ourselves
those nights went fast
you’re peering towards
what i couldn’t tell
bleeding steeped leaves tie the strands up
a last procession to see the day through
the time is bending in
their backs to wall just before dark
they’re hiding together as they went talking
the floral arrangements on the lawn
someone you know before you’ve met
trying to cross then falling
the alley hum through the window in the evening
glass jars sit by the garden in the shade