Shooting rifles into the air,
that’s my electric snow.
It won’t move men.
It can’t get at the oil in time
that damages us,
makes us mean,
and I can’t even make you feel better.

Headlong
into our joys and pains,
into what makes us tick,
into together you and me,
I come up empty
of the value of our ship
where you whistle on board.

I don’t know how to reach the other side,
where I’m not a page in oneness,
but I’ve crawled under your bedcovers,
and I’m up against your body safe.
Tell me how to do that.

I spill myself.
I just pour my guts out,
and darlin’ you get enough of that.
You aren’t gonna lie to me I know
I reach your bed or not.
I can hold innocence in my hand,
but I can’t rub myself with you with it,
but I can’t find that spot on you
you take it.

Dang blast it stars,
it’s not all about the body,
but that’s where we meet each other in person.
I’m tryin’ to say we can still do
the value in verse
of the sincerity meeting you.

It’s the secret of poetry.
It’s my hand in yours
as you dally with your own.
I find you there my sweetness
givin’ your kids a bath,
takin’ your dog for a walk,
liftin’ your mind to the skies
in anticipation of more there be.
Oh honey boogers,
can we swing together?

I think you’ve found your verse,

Eastern were able to read.
There’s a piss on your blacklist.
Guess what ladies and gentlemen,
a rowboat,
and there appears on your ears
deeper meaning.

You think you’re too weird for our TV?
You’ve touched hearts, you know?
But the chorus rings out—
how did it happen?
How did you do anything at all? [sing this and above line]
It’s about how to hold life at bay
when we’re in a very physical intimacy.
My official model is bliss.
This will be call master.