Mary

Burn up with the water The floods around the plains The planets in a rose Who knows what they contain? And my brain is like an orchestra Playing on, insane Will you love me like you loved me in the January rain? Mom and Dad and violins Somber country silence The needle stopped the kicking The clothespins on the floor And my heart is playing hide and seek Wait and count to four Will you love me like you loved me and I'll never ask for more What did you tell me Mary When you were there so sweet and very Full of field and stars You carried all of time Oh and, heavens, when you looked at me Your eyes were like machinery Your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind Monastery monochrome Boom balloon machine and oh Diamond rings and gutter bones Marching up the mountain With our aching planning High and smiling Cheap drink Dark and violent Full of butterflies The violent tenderness The sweetest silence The clay you find is fortified We felt unfocused fade the line The sugar rush The constant hush The pushing of the water gush The marching band When April ran May June bugs fly in Push your gin Jacob With the tired wiry brandy look Here we go around Mary in your famous story book We overcome the sirens We look both left and right And I can feel the numbness accompany my plight And I know that someday soon I'll see you But now you're out of sight And you'll kiss me like you used to in the January night What did you tell me Mary When you were there so sweet and very Full of field and stars You carried all of time Oh and, heavens, when you looked at me Your eyes were like machinery Your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind Monastery monochrome Boom balloon machine and oh Diamond rings and gutter bones Marching up some mountain With our aching planning High and smiling Cheap drink Dark and violent Full of butterflies The violent tenderness The sweetest silence The clay you find is fortified We felt some focus fade the line The sugar rush The constant hush The pushing of the water gush The marching band When April ran May June bugs fly in Push your gin Jacob With the tired wiry brandy look Here you go around Mary in your famous story book