Taking a blue staircase to the flex of midnight
The old storm cellar with a heavy latch
Sitting on a curb of no future
Falling backward into the safety of a tire swing
Massive moonlight in the laundromat
In a lake, in a desert
Below decks on the Black Sea
At the bottom of the cold steps of all our thoughtful seats
Shouldn't I call you?
Shouldn't I know you by now?
Don't run,
don't hide,
don't pull and don't push,
stay inside
Above a chimney in a bat colony Under a wedding canopy
Far beneath the game floorboards In a darkened hollow horse
Shouldn't I call you?
Shouldn't I know you by now?
Whatever the time difference Wherever you're found
Shouldn't I call you?
Shouldn't I know you by now?
I dream of my waking life I dream of my waking life
I dream of my waking life