simon says

simon says
time isn't real
don't waste your life trying to help people feel
like they are something solid instead of spinning their reels
a woman of your kind should stear clear of dark deals

simon says while we're lying in bed girl i can see the energy
flow up in colors around your head
this moment is worth knowing and should be well fed
watch the ingredients come together and rise like bread

then he adjusted his helmet dove from the back of the plane
exited the scene with the same grace with which he came
left me in the cockpit over looking my home state
a new view of the horizon, fields and silver lakes

simon says
don't use my name until the storm of your heart
has subsided and tamed
he would not follow, promise or blame
he just bowed politely and flew away
he just bowed politely and flew away

north, south, east, rest

ended up in car with you
bound for the east coast
i'm sometimes a good listener
but that day i talked the most

about my plastic box of recipes
my time with other men
how i'd like to marry off my knowledge now
with the glow i had back then

take my love to brooklyn
climb to the tallest water tower
fill its bulging frame with flowers

didn't know where you came from
was it the north or the south
couldn't hear over the clammer
of my crazed nutcracker mouth

the sun dipped its fingers
in the water it had found
it reflected off your hair
gave your head a redish crown

you said something about your brothers
that your favorite color's brown
you're heading back to new york city
in the morning you'll take route

take my love to brooklyn
climb to the tallest water tower
fill its bulging frame with flowers
when the smoke coats and dims
the firemen will point their hoses
and instead they'll shoot out roses

didn't know where you came from
was it the north or the south
couldn't hear over the clammer
of my crazed nutcracker mouth

that night i was not invited to the stage
instead i took the back seat
crossed my legs tight and behaved

unfortunate for you it ended up this way
the songs that festered in my throat
were the only thoughts worth saying

take my love to brooklyn. . . .