If all our life is but a dream,
fantastic posing greed,
then we should feed our jewelry to the sea;
for diamonds do appear to be,
just like broken glass to me.

and then she said she can't believe,
genius [bad word] along,
in storms of fabled foreign tongues;
tripping eyes,
and flooded lungs.
northern downpour sends its love.

hey moon, please forget to fall down;
hey moon, don't you go down.

sugarcane in the easy mornin',
weathervanes, 
my one and lonely.

the ink [bad word] toward the page,
it's chasin' off the days;
look back at boat feet, 
and that winding knee.
i missed your skin when you were east,
you clicked your heels,
and wished for me.

through playful lips made of yearn,
that fragile capricorn,
unraveled words like moths upon old scarves;
i know the world's a broken bone,
but melt your headaches,
call it home.

hey moon, please forget to fall down,
hey moon, don't you go down.