Left Door

Third hour prowling through the two dollar store Say I live without fear as I discern my heart a little more Got caught running with the clowns Making pitiful sounds And of course they're down To exploit anything as fwee as breathing So I'll stay here a little while longer The dirty diaper on the counter gets hot Blue salamander on the front lobe screams "Look out' The one with the son He'll cut me up And now I'm crying like a spider in the sun It's not fear or sadness or aches It's just living Long, long, long Roadrunner, roadrunner Coyote helmet left the radio on There's a finger so far up in this party I've gotta go lay down And now I'm crying like a spider in the sun Alone, with my green thumb on page 263 The only rule in this garden is that the water may never be clean