Whispers into the Other
Have I become
Bug under thumb
For your scented nails to grow by.
I need out of my shirts I think you'll find attractive.
On your hill perched so clandestine you rest
Like a second term president and I go
Destined to keep the crayon close
And guess until my name goes red,
At whose dead half daughters
Were denied your womb
On the down low.
At whose dead half sons
Come a lump in my throat
And man my fever with an army of frogs underskin
And I don't want to dance with your shadow no more
Or listen through an elephant's ear for your
Whispers into the other
My curse is the circuit that your fingers
Rehearse on me to quell my nerves
And my only one is for you to king me
With wavecrest
And not stethoscope,
With the core,
Not tentative as you were
Choosing soup cans
From the cupboard
For your gradeschool's
Thanksgiving food drive, no.
But I'm the only one
Pulling near clear from a melted crayon
Under the comforter some man
Cured your goosebumps with.
I'm sick and stuck on something you.
Everytime I see a honda civic
My heart just jumps right through.
I do it by your nail's light
But nothing comes, it's true.
And I'm caught in a pipe
To smoke my own limbs off.
And I don't want to dance with your shadow no more
Or listen through an elephant's ear for your
Whispers into the other.
