In a Row

Locked inside a movin' car
Floppin' in the trunk
Goin' through, I think, a tunnel
Countin' every bump

I hear murmurs from the front
Broken up, so
I don't even know what's goin' on, isn't that something?

Take me the long way 'round
Think of all the poems I'll get out
Chokin' on my spit, it's a serious thing
Finally, some meat, some lines for me
Turn 'em up all nice and in a row

Tracin' every lonely mark
On the basement wall
Calling out from every corner
'Til somebody comes

This whole thing is so extra, so bizarre, so
I don't even know what's goin' on
I hear them comin'
I hear them comin'

Take me the long way 'round
Think of all the poems I'll get out
Turnin' on the spit, how sickening
Finally, a show with lines for me
Turn 'em up all nice and in a row