Red Line Season - These Arms Are Snakes

Give us some more

Now that it’s over

He ain’t coming back

Till the sun drops — down

I sing like this

Various visions.

(Wedding song.)

To court the corridors.

(To commit.)

To meet in the middle of the sound

Drums and them all.

(See silence.)

You lagging innocence

Like in the rot and.

(I like it.)

Give us some more

Now that it’s over

He ain’t coming back

Till the sun drops — down

Give us some more

Now that it’s over

He ain’t coming back

See the sound that breaks the dissonance.

(Seeing sound)?

Down under the covers.

(Just to write it.)

Down in foliage.

(Seeing sound.)

Til vines wrap it up

And down.

(Get up, get up.)

I stare down that corridor

Hands upon the wheel

Transmitting signals from the big man

Laughing in the dust of the night

And the land

With it’s death like grip