SINK FULL OF DISHES
You wake up with wishes and a sink full of dishes
A brain you try washing, a dog full of barking
But no one wants to hear you complain
Then late in the evening when you thought she was sleeping
Deep in your marrow a fluttering sparrow
Beats against the ribs of your cage
You wake to the sound of your name
She whispers you're dreaming again
You've listened to sages, to crooks in their cages
Dead poets' pages, lines that you hated
And still you want to mean what you've said
But you are forgetful, she knows that your head's full
Of lies that you tell it, it's easy to swell it
And float up to a daydream instead
You wake to the sound of your name
She whispers you're dreaming again
Dreams that you wake from
The good and the bad ones
The get up and never knew you had ones
And all of the while she waits by your side like a dream
You brush up on the knowledge that you learned back in college
Fires burn witches and bums sleep in ditches
And dreaming's what you do when you're dead
You've got a head full of clutter and a mind from the gutter
The holy expressing, her body undressing
And slowly she returns you to bed
You wake to the sound of your name
She whispers you're dreaming again
Dreams that you wake from
The good and the bad ones
The get up and never knew you had ones
And all of the while she waits by your side like a dream