Bed Bugs
The bed bugs sleep on the ledge
Above the canyon
They'd called us the restless river
That follows the scent of sublime hay
Their hand had trance
Among the slippery rocks
Of sudden wood
Of sudden wood
We get one chance
Of abandoned force
Where soon we'll grow a frosty town
But I remember
The sparkle of roosters
I break apart the dark
We cuddled in white/whale silk
Of two wee sleeping rats
We felt
We felt
