It ended in coffee crumbs and soggy moon pies
I think the artificial light stole my sleep
Hid it in the corners where my sheets used to be
Sleep? I knew zir (her) once
We had a brief lust-affair
It ended in coffee-crumbs and soggy moon-pie wishes
She had me at good night
In the middle of the afternoon
I’d swoon
At her sexy self
All slagged up
In her three piece zoot suit
And Sunday bonnet (you know, the one with a beehive-lilac tree growin’ out the top)
And she catch me in her
Millennia strong rainbow arms
Jet-setting us around the world
We had a three-way with the man in the moon and the tooth fairy
(trust me, it was)
And we slew bigoted circus rats
With tired soul sick eyes
Who wanted to grow up to be blue bird cloud whisperers
But, I started seein’ the bigger picture (all 22 inches of it)
With the LCD screen and the spoken word that spoke to
The soles of my worn out combat slippers
And she started seein’ a guy who treated her a lot better than
I ever dreamed
He comes home on time
When her moon pies are warm from the
Meteor shower
Whispers sweet soliloquies in her
Rain drop ears
Goes to bed by nine
For the prime time
Dreams she whips up on the fly
I never miss her more
Than when I see her
Full and low in my skies
Whispering that she’s only ever lusted for the pathways in my brain
That his dreams don’t have the same…
Ring I always gave her at half past the crack of noon
That he doesn’t swoon
When she wears her three piece suit
Fresh from mercurial cleaners
And the Sunday bonnet,
The one I love with the warhawk’s dove
Circling the tulip bush
And won’t I come home
On time
Eat her fresh from the meteor moon pies
Give her the deep belly laugh songs I always sing
While she wears the ring I won from
Saturn for her favor?
Hid it in the corners where my sheets used to be
Sleep? I knew zir (her) once
We had a brief lust-affair
It ended in coffee-crumbs and soggy moon-pie wishes
She had me at good night
In the middle of the afternoon
I’d swoon
At her sexy self
All slagged up
In her three piece zoot suit
And Sunday bonnet (you know, the one with a beehive-lilac tree growin’ out the top)
And she catch me in her
Millennia strong rainbow arms
Jet-setting us around the world
We had a three-way with the man in the moon and the tooth fairy
(trust me, it was)
And we slew bigoted circus rats
With tired soul sick eyes
Who wanted to grow up to be blue bird cloud whisperers
But, I started seein’ the bigger picture (all 22 inches of it)
With the LCD screen and the spoken word that spoke to
The soles of my worn out combat slippers
And she started seein’ a guy who treated her a lot better than
I ever dreamed
He comes home on time
When her moon pies are warm from the
Meteor shower
Whispers sweet soliloquies in her
Rain drop ears
Goes to bed by nine
For the prime time
Dreams she whips up on the fly
I never miss her more
Than when I see her
Full and low in my skies
Whispering that she’s only ever lusted for the pathways in my brain
That his dreams don’t have the same…
Ring I always gave her at half past the crack of noon
That he doesn’t swoon
When she wears her three piece suit
Fresh from mercurial cleaners
And the Sunday bonnet,
The one I love with the warhawk’s dove
Circling the tulip bush
And won’t I come home
On time
Eat her fresh from the meteor moon pies
Give her the deep belly laugh songs I always sing
While she wears the ring I won from
Saturn for her favor?