Bed Bugs

The bed bugs sleep on the ledge

Above the canyon

They'd called us the restless river

That follows the scent of sublime hay

Their hand [?] had trance

Among the slippery rocks

Of sudden wood

Of sudden wood

We get one chance

Of abandoned force

Where soon we'll grow a frosty town

But I remember

The sparkle of roosters

I break apart the dark

We cuddled in white/whale silk

Of two wee sleeping rats

We felt [restraint ?]

We felt [restraint ?]