He was tall and uninviting
Bald and simply frightening
Didn't knock or call to me
Just walked into the deep blue sea
And out again. One. Two. Three.

He piano played and tapped his feet
In my cold dark room it was a treat
Until he cried and turned to me
Reached out his hand and stared at me
And floated away. One. Two. Three.

In my mouth he'd placed a finger
For eternity it seemed to linger
Until he withdrew and he was done
And that was my dream. Three. Two. One.

I woke up in a cold sweat
Said it wasn't a real threat
Tried to forget his salty thumb
And went back to sleep. Three. Two. One.

I shall pull my hat down over my ears
And wear my glasses dark
Upon this world, so huge and white
I shall hardly make a mark

I shall lay still and smiling, composing things
And chased by dreams that won't forsake me
Waiting for time to sink deeper down
And a kiss from your lips to wake me.

You cling to your clothes and laugh, laugh, laugh
It's so much fun to be
Engulfed in space, treading on air
A thousand miles from me.

So I built a rocket and three, two, one
I'm flying towards you, my love
I can hardly see, it spins so fast
Until there is nothing above.

But I went too far north
And now I'm on top, sixty seconds too far,
We're destined to be, fated to be
Torn, me and you- apart.

I miss you so much that I can't hang up
We have to count and count and count
My mouth gets caught on ahundredandfive
The sum of my love's amount.

I am huge.

Entirely insulated and engulfing you
This city is nothing to my appetite.

I chew it up and spit it out.
It's the confetti on my carpet
I let the bricks and bones sit there for days and days.

My teeth are aching.

For the metal and the velvet, the glass windowpanes
That shine deliciously in the afternoon sun
With all the pride and innocence
Of a siren.

The pavement is calling me
From the roof of the high rise, I look down
And imagine the grit and blood
In my mouth.

And
sometimes
she
just
can’t
answer
the
phone

For
fear
of
the
uncertain
and
the
unknown.

They're scared of me
They're scared of me
They shut my door and shiver

(Just shut the door and forget her
She'll hurt you with her eyes
There's nothing worse
Than seeing that hearse
Within her dead doll eyes)

I'm a rarity
And they're scared of me
They shake their heads precariously
They shiver and spit on me silently
From behind the wooden door.

She's as lonely as a picture
And there's no one left to look
Upon her gilded glittering frame
Dangling from its hook.

Her angles have been touched and kissed
Caressed with crazy fingers
Wanting, needing something more
Than her eyes that never lingered.

But now she's back in the stock room
With the Klein that no one could stand
Waiting to be kissed and touched again
In that white-walled, art-filled land.