moonlight

In the moonlight
Ready for rain,
Bone on bone,
I thought I could make it through,
I thought I was sensitive enough,
For every place I’ve never been
My terrain of needs’ anticipation and sacred wishes,
Hopes and chains,
Little extensions, still I won’t let go,
It’s not that I was hidden in shadows,
On the wrong end of town,
At J’s pale blue saloon,
I just figured out little tricks,
For the horse races and casinos’,
Loneliness and suffocation,
When things don’t really meet up,
I just figured on some other way of listening,
Some other way to visit,
When something is missing from its’ place,
Pull the shades and let in the carousel,
Take the voices for a ride one by one,
It’s not that I was not the heat,
It’s just that I always needed another little sign,
In the land of excess and depression,
In the pale lagoon, in this hunting preserve,
Couldn’t there be someone I could trust,
Am I cursed in here?
Bone on bone as if I weren’t born with enough closeness,
After her floods come and gone,
Bone on bone and we all begin in a dimly lit room
But sugar don’t tell me it’s no good for you,
Don’t let me down get down with me baby,
When the pieces don’t fit,
And I can’t make any sense of it,