Moonraker, can I take your pulse?
Will you show mw the beauty of being alone?
Sundraper, I won't make it home before you come
But my house is open to you
I'm bare new wood
I'm young and spry
My love comes from a vacant space in the morning sky
Artmaker, imaginary farmer
Chase all your demons to the clothespin arbor
At our last dinner on the cemetery coil
You said, It's hard being human when your blood's aboil
I'm bare new wood
I'm young and spry
I broke the drum and cracked the bell on the moonlit side
I'm bare new wood
I'm young and spry
I'm dark as plums and pale as shells beneath the rolling tide