Clarice

i'm not your drip, nor the big sea, the yellow light hid, what about your lover, with all her surly needs, has she got your number, to bring you to live, if it's in your creed, or do you limit, that cliff of wonder, bring witness to your ease, a high heeled slumber, stones flowers pieces of drift, knowing not enough to see, what's in your gift, would you tell her in sin, at life's end in weeds, or was it all spinning fibs, instead of the jib, and a lifetime of greed, if we knew how to give, we wouldn't need. child’s game, chasing your days, around your lies, golden trinkets spin delay, you hit them on the make, only fools hesitate, with someone like you, better face the doo doo, tired of this campaign, chickens breath like fish glue, especially on parade, go easy on the truth. across this shining bite, that warns of easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.