Piano keys move on their own
They read the blueprints
And process music out
Into my mind
Into the odds and ends
Into the happy ending odds
When will life complete this melancholy circle?
All the pain all the loss
All the gray shy aways
In six long days will close away
Will halt to another chapter of the year
Another dozen roses left to pick
Left to give up to you
Another dozen months left to pick
From the garden underneath the palms
Of my poor sore toes
As I reach out on the edge of the moment
And plummet down the sweet ravine
The day is just a spoiled plumb
An apple-worm in the trees that sprouted
Through the garden of a dozen roses
The day is out of date
Out of time, out of bait
To catch a wild, savage swordfish
By the lip, by the slow drip of time
To hook a whopper
As time drips slowly on
To fill an ocean of void
To rust upon our shoulders
Leaky faucet is leaky fantasy
Leaky escapes to squeak by
The guards at the gates
Just leak through a crack in the door
To escape the circle
To escape the melancholy runarounds
Caucus race, caucus way
Leaky kisses drool down our chins
Turpentine kisses, lipgloss and caterpillar love
Flirt around us like fireflies flirt with our eyes
Flirt with the night, coy expression
Coy gesture, coy hic-ups
Bumble bee bumbling around
Tries not to leak out the secret
Like a mumbling faucet
It’s not a blabbermouth
Words trail down the page
Dripping so slowly as paragraphs grow
Drips down the page like blood
That scary dream
I was caught in the act
A guilty-looking dream
It’s such an empty thought
For hurting you, my love, my world be dark
Be lost inside the night
Never will I hurt your heart
For love is a sentimental heart
So life is a sentimental way
A sentimental notion
To spill the flowering river of a mind
A sentimental kiss of turpentine and smooth lips
Leaky faucet leaks on through the night
Through the eyes that focus
Through the grass that’s greener
Outside this melancholy circle
Through the tall garden
I will forever life for you
You, my one, my only love