carve feel dance doze death


carve a cantaloupe for me I say
upon these eastern skies arising
dig a trench within my heart
onto these joyous shining seas
wear me down from thick to thin
and throw me upon the wall
knit and needle, point my soul
another cross-stitch of your love
place a bomb within my mind
also the clockwork of your strings
feel the frantic lovers loss
and dance my head into the grave
pull the pillows softening down
doze upon these sheets of gain
push the pen that killed a king
under the waters of the dead
gather the might that giants have
within the harness of your tongue
pierce through my eyes with needled death
throughout the never-ending chase

carve a cantaloupe for me I say
upon these eastern skies arising


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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