See me on this worst recorded winter storm because  
I will not          embrace you                                    this time
catalog your fevers, shed corners this cabin offers
collect your fur this time of year.
I will buy you a seat
maybe a beer for the Great Awakening playing at Cinema 8
catalog your fevers, shed corners this cabin offers
collect your fur this time of year.
I will buy you a seat
maybe a beer for the Great Awakening playing at Cinema 8
                         or, an eight dollar polar bear           if we get comfortable.                      
                                                                                 
And if we get comfortable, Are you comfortable?
And before the lights deem,
I will tell you a story:
And if we get comfortable, Are you comfortable?
And before the lights deem,
I will tell you a story:
Ari stood directly in the 4 o'clock wintering sun,              
how far his love gone this time,                                   Bari? Cagliari? Catania? 
It didn’t matter.                
He   tossed her forwarding address        out onto terrace floor                               that same morning 
sat with coffee mindlessly tracing the burnt roof,
his mouth.
sat with coffee mindlessly tracing the burnt roof,
his mouth.
                                        Your mouth traced the burnt roof of my mouth  
                                        was all she wrote    
                                        all she wrote               
                                        floated. 
The story is 800 pages long so far and I’m still writing the introduction. 
I want to sell you             his woman                                                for near pennies  
I just met                          Who saved me glitter                               put her fingers in my eyes  
     Who stroked my hair,                               gave me lipstick to eat 
     Oh pretty one, how                                   red the soup was
     opal in your face, smile for me once,       rub your lips, say 
     hum?                                                         Mmmm... 
We are this close                      We are inches from the floor            We are two people
miles apart in a velvet room more or less
If I tell you softly, Rise and shine pumpkin pine, Will you rise?
miles apart in a velvet room more or less
If I tell you softly, Rise and shine pumpkin pine, Will you rise?
                                                                               Twist your torso? 
                                                                               Dangle your feet?
Blink us back into your bedroom
Blink us back into your bedroom
Where the scene is set:                    I stand                                      scrapping frost off the window. 
                                                        You lay in bed,                          prop your head  up with your palm. 
                                                        Need more sleep?
Outside the dogs are dying in the morning twilight,
ashes lay about the brittle wet wintering leaves
defeated across the cobblestone street. 
I will store             you                              bright            my bright   my brightest 
I will sit                with your nest of          umbrellas
I will pluck           another                         period           for you,
The lawn chair next to mine freezes over by next week's snow storm.
Icicles dangle off the arms of your seat - I watch them                 how sharp
                                                                  I pencil draw                your cliffs  
                                                                  I study                          your terrain 
                                                                  I wait.                   
 
 
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