LYRICS
Beds
I used to lie in a bed of stripes,
flat like the plywood, fingertips and palms to the sky, I used to find words in vinyl stars, they were pressed into the ceiling by the hands that I no longer have, I used to lie under a quilted bed, canopied and windowless, t-shirt fabric burying bones it was the room with the paper walls so lovingly assembled by the hands that we no longer have every seven years is a new set of cells, I heard that they cant come back back every seven years is a new set of cells, every seven years is a new set of cells, I heard that they cant come back back, every seven years is a new set of cells, I try to neatly fossilize every last bit of common ties, but fibers fray when they’re stressed or just over-pressurized, I doze under the deer, the saturn cycle nears, ring around the coma, and suddenly neon lights appear, cotton kamikaze insomniac south of 66, I shot the sun with my .22 but i barely missed, 4 pillows facing east, an extra gesture so my phantoms kindly rest in... sing a sunken lullaby and kiss another year goodbye, a third of every moment is delivered to the third eye, waking on other side is measured by the number of the quiet times we catalogued the touches of another spine ...peace |
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