Whispers Into The Other

Have i become

Bug under thumb

For your scented nails to glow by?

I need out of my shirts i think you\'ll find attractive.

On your hill perched so clandestine you rest

Like a second term president and i go

Destined to keep the crayon close

And guess until my name goes red,

At whose dead half-daughters

Were denied your womb

On the down low.

At whose half-sons

Come a lump in my throat

And man my fever with an army of frogs underskin.

And i don\'t want to dance with your shadow no more

Or listen through an elephant\'s ear for your

Whispers into the other.

My curse is the circuit that your fingers

Rehearse on me to quell my nerves

And my only one is for you to king me

With wavecrest

And not stethoscope,

With the core,

Not tentative as you were

Choosing soup cans

From the cupboard

For your grade school\'s

Thanksgiving food drive, no.

But i\'m the only one

Pulling near clear from a melted crayon

Under the comforter some man

Cured your goosebumps with--

I\'m sick and stuck on something you

Every time i see a honda civic

My heart just jumps right through.

I do it by your nails\' light

But nothing comes, it\'s true.

And i\'m caught in a pipe

To smoke my own limbs off.

And i don\'t want to dance with your shadow no more

Or listen through an elephant\'s ear for your

Whispers into the other

Another gum gut morning

Telephone restraint

He\'s in your bed,

Has he taken my place?

Another gum gut morning

When i see you face-to-face

He\'s in your bed...