You turn on a spindle
You’re so much looser now
But you’re not explaining how
You gained such new repose
I touch the clasp of your locket
With its picture held
Some secret you wouldn’t tell
But let it choke your neck
So imagine a darkness
Where all shapes divide
Solids changing into light
With a burst of heat so bright
Well fine, don’t you do what I want you to
Don’t degrade yourself the way that I do
Because you don’t depend upon all the shit that I use
To make my moods improve
Near a sea of pianos
There were waves of chords
That crashed against the shore
In one huge and useless roar
And there were girls bringing water
Like a dream they came
To cool the fever of my brain
