lure me to your love lit tent
where the geese fly
without breaking a sweat
and your arms pretzeled 'round
my soda straw neck
erase all my lousy, haphazard bets
excuse me i'm seemingly playing on rewind
on playing. seemingly. i'm me. excuse.
looking through the kaleidescope
you held up to my heart
i see emerald hooded planets
and long lost car parts
piles of prose,
awkward false starts
assembly lines of workers
piecing together new stars
excuse me. i'm seemingly playing on rewind
on playing. seemingly. i'm me. excuse me.
. . . . . (restaurant sounds)
