Roll Up the Rugs
Roll up the rugs
This room may flood
The boots are waterproof
But the sheets will soak through
When it rains, it floods
Now rearrange the contents of the basement
In order to anticipate the
Rain water moving in
Drip by drip by drip by drip by...
As the volumes change hands
And the water forms
Into meandering paths
He thinks, "It's been a long time
Since it's flooded like this
It's been a long time
About minutes to drips"
Machine elves cuttin' across
Is he really thinking / making
Things with his thoughts?
Bubbles out the mouth
Dropping with the weight of cue balls?
This message is transmitted
From the basement of the world
There's plenty of light
Through the Southern window
It beams inside
From the pale moon outside
He can't get this red dress wet
It was far too expensive
That thing is a time bomb ticking
Down here in this basement
Now latch up the windows
And sweep up the wet worms
That drop through the windows
Put mamma long legs
In a shoe box with her babies
The clouds drift in collision
Scrape and shed drops
Like the wind-blown branches
Of a pine
When the sky grows dark
Call the dog inside
His mind races on
While walking, he realizes
There are still trees
Big and blooming
From the ground
Makes him feel
Like a miniature
Between the moon
And lightning flashes
He can see
For a minute
The map of language
On the backyard
Where the tent was sitting
It's upstairs, too
At the kitchen table
And now there's fingers
Tapping on the roof
A thousand beats intersecting
One solid line of
"Mmmmmmmmmm"
Machine elves cuttin' across
Is he really thinking / making
Things with his thoughts?
Bubbles out the mouth
Dropping with the weight of cue balls?
This message is transmitted
From the basement of the world
There's plenty of light
Through the Southern window
It beams inside
From the pale moon outside
Roll up the rugs
This room may flood
The boots are waterproof
But the sheets will soak through
When it rains, it floods
Writer/s: The Western Front
