all my friends are skeletons
dulcimers and chariots
prayers to God, oh
I dreamt you were a monster
with fiery, fiery eyes
I dreamt
These broken arms won't hold you down
These ruptured lungs won't
I will not grow tired
of crayon stars and fire
the
Hold me like a child
In your warm, warm arms
Whisper parables
Keep
am I made of plastic?
am I made of sand?
am I
And even if the words don't sound right,
I will love
Wrap those feathers like a blanket over me,
throw my bones
we found a cozy nest
we'll lay our paper heads
the water
there were floods
there was violence
words to God
there was something
I'll
I'm afraid of men with clocks for eyes
with suits for
