The measure of my love that comes
Is always a fingernail short
I'll smoke your alabaster breast
Before everything I bought

I can't dig up all these roots
That run underneath the road
If ever you see the band in a box
Be sure to applaud what you're showed

Some cigarettes offered and others afloat
A dime for the toadstool to roam
Every tent covers up a bridge
Be sure you lead them home

These rivers and papers are running wild
Just like you and me in this town
And your fingers taste of wintergreen jam
I'll swallow your summer sounds

And when you're there and then
I wonder if you know

8/5/24