In the Dark -

Night is cool, your breath is hot

Sheets cover us, inside, we soak

We crawl for what we want

The wasted words

Voice is clay

Your word is clay

It is not the first time if I could explain

It is not the first time if I could explain

With eyes in my ears, I see what is said

And wrestle dark darker face down in the red

If I had foresight, I wouldn’t start this

But when you come this close, I just want to begin

I fear how we roll past each other

One night just the same as another

What you said, how you say it

What you said, how you say it

This is not my idea of a good time

This is not my idea of a good time

This is not my idea of a good time

This is not my idea

Idea

You be the surfaces in amusement parks

And stare at the animals, tap their vital source

Wine turns sour in the stomach’s recesses

Sit down in the dark and confess your successes

I fear how we roll past each other

One night just the same as another

What you said, how you say it

What you said, how you say it

This is not my idea of a good time

This is not my idea of a good time

This is not my idea of a good time

This is not my idea

Idea