By spring you are ripe and delicately
Preaching
Hi, hello, goodbye
Like a figure drawing in green lines
I leave and see fate
From above, I\'m ashamed, you come out to play
Then, I frown, bow down, but now, in chains
I can\'t fix it, my pulse in ribbons
Ridiculed, a fever pitch, a new harvest
The taste of death lingering
That kind of glory like a bright bulb
Outgrowing my shoes, outgrowing you
I can never fit all the things I want to say on the page
Inundated with intrusive thoughts
Maybe it\'s all in my head, this lucid lexicon I saved
Brave roots at nightfall coming alive in dreams
People, they make me anxious
Like a sculpture in a trinket box
I am a bad cough in the morning
An amorous thistle like a songbird in a cage
Bereaved by the time we lost
Red-letter days, tortured in fantasies
So close but yet so distant.