oh god I'm awake again after midnight
will I ever learn it's no use to hide inside
beams or double floors
to study dreams of his father handing me
tequila shots in beer glasses I must be out of my mind
but window panes have crosses like
corridors have corner trouble
and my music is green like forests even if I
bow my head and stare at the keys
for hours
and she rends my heart as her voice cracks
and I sew together all the good words I can think of
but it's not enough
and Aaron wants me to be
a greater heart than I can bear
to have aside from images of knights and dirt
or horsebacks for the outdoor torch whores
and the terribly loved ones
so since I'm not awake enough yet
send me out with buckets and pails
for the water aching to be drawn
and the sea monsters with their ardour
with their angry power trails
because nothing ever looks the same
after someone's had them tamed