| Lyrics: | When the motor stops, I can't sleep.
There's nothing so quiet as a boat under anchor,
and
the black amnesias in heaven are lighting the Sea of Cortez.
All the wishing sounds,
and
kissing sounds are all missing sound in a boat alone,
without a spring after winter and a fall
over summer.
Is there anyone else alive outside?
So vulgar to send these brakes to the bend
on the empty blue side of the moon.
Where you broke your body,
you kept on wandering
and
I'm still listening but your still drowning.
You broke your body,
before I could get to
you.
The dew soaks the deck like the breeze hits your neck,
and its morning when your hair
finds your eyes.
Mourning eyes.
California can't see the sun rise.
We're both firesigns
dragging our line's line,
only magic to have a crack in the wire.
And California won't see
another Sunday,
as the poets say, |
