from
Experimental Deaths,
released August 11, 2010
From the place of my slumber,
daylight’s to lift the fog,
to draw the shape of a rugged land,
upholstered calico.
Photons hit the structure,
revealing the spiral form
patterned like an helix.
And I start realizing that
it’s you babe.
From the place of my slumber,
semiburied in our bed,
there stands out of focus
the back of your head.
Bedhead in the morning
such an accidental trend.
I am kind of jealous.
To cultivate this unkept look
take hours.
You raise my hands into the sun.
You make me float in space.
You lift me up into the sky.
You are there when I need a prod.
You are there when I’ve lost all hope
You help me to make up with life.
Make up with life.