Choking light out. They're killing each other.
Faster as the nights fly. They're killing each other!
Locked jacket sleeves knotted together
before an afternoon swim.
Locked sand, gravel, and aggregate
atop convulsing limbs.
I can't work on my peace garden
if I can't find my shears.
I can't work on my peace garden
if I can't find my shears. Glass down.
I cannot work on my peace garden
if I cannot find my shears. Glass down!
I CANTWORKONMYPEACEGARDENif-
-oh.
There they are.
Cool rim of glass to lips,
ice cube kissed in
to play with my tongue.
Cooing a song to the afternoon sun.
Gold and copper veins aglow.
"being with you, being with you, being with you."
