mary

burn up with the water, the floods are on the plains, the planets in a rose, who knows what they contain?, and my brain is like an orchestra, playing on, insane, will you love me like you loved me in the january rain?, mom and dad and violins, somber country silence, the needle stopped the kicking, the clothes pins on the floor, and my heart is playing hide and seek, wait and count to four, will you love me like you loved me and i'll never ask for more, what did you tell me mary, when you were there so sweet and very, full of field and stars, you carried all of time, oh and, heavens, when you looked at me, your eyes were like machinery, your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind, monastery monochrome, boom balloon machine and oh, diamond rings and gutter bones, marching up the mountain, with our aching planning, high and smiling, cheap drink, dark and violent, full of butterflies, the violent tenderness, the sweet asylum, the clay you find is fortified, we felt unfocused fade the line, the sugar rush, the constant hush, the pushing of the water gush, the marching band, when april ran, may june bugs fly and, push your gin jacob, with the tired wiry brandy look, here we go round mary in your famous story book, we overcome the sirens, we look both left and right, and i can feel the numbness accompany my plight, and i know that someday soon i'll see you, but now you're out of sight, and you'll kiss me like you used to in the january night, what did you tell me mary, when you were there so sweet and very, full of field and stars, you carried all of time, oh and, heavens, when you looked at me, your eyes were like machinery, your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind, monastery monochrome, boom balloon machine and oh, diamond rings and gutter bones, marching up the mountain, with our aching planning, high and smiling, cheap drink, dark and violent, full of butterflies, the violent tenderness, the sweet asylum, the clay you find is fortified, we felt unfocused fade the line, the sugar rush, the constant hush, the pushing of the water gush, the marching band, when april ran, may june bugs fly and, push your gin jacob, with the tired wiry brandy look, here we go round mary in your famous story book