the sinking feeling in the depths of your being as you listen to james taylor
in this light, your body is shining
as if swaddled in microfilm
it is too early in the evening for a deep
glossy sheen, but who among us seems to notice?
your body is a maypole, with blueprints
and sensitive documents wrapped tightly around you
it is too early in the year for me to see
your naked body clothed in newsprint
somewhere in the house
an am radio plays james taylor
("i've seen FIRE and i've seen RAIN")
i've seen in my dreams
how the world will end
as if swaddled in microfilm
it is too early in the evening for a deep
glossy sheen, but who among us seems to notice?
your body is a maypole, with blueprints
and sensitive documents wrapped tightly around you
it is too early in the year for me to see
your naked body clothed in newsprint
somewhere in the house
an am radio plays james taylor
("i've seen FIRE and i've seen RAIN")
i've seen in my dreams
how the world will end