Let’s tiptoe thru our nightmares
In subtle conversation
Let’s fall in reverse
And shoot into space
With crave wanting of the scare
With desire intensely
Of getting back to bed.
Let’s sink into the animal
Let’s play rope-and-collect
And I distress:
Rope you,
Suckle this
As the rhythm-and-constant
I want mutual initiation.
In the morning, let’s cook.
Evening, child,
Is fornicator talk.
Evening is foreplay,
And,
Child,
I assure you
The quiet ones dream best
The quiet ones are good
As good is morning
And Dollface!
Let’s discover morning sanctuary
As a place that roams and finds
The static you
As a place that gets you hooked
And gives you the fix:
Radiate all day, child,
Pass along the good.
Child!
Pass
Along
The good.
On this morning, let’s cook.
Let’s light this whole place up with SHINE
All the flowers will grow
With all the windows shut.
