Avi Buffalo. Coaxed. Zeneszám

there once lived a soul whose ears
lived nothing but open years
i still can't read our lips like i coaxed
that beast who makes love to me
keep me from holes that i could fall
into soon, the jade servant spits the moon
from stories as high as you
i took the two into town
because i thought i'd be found
with strips of weariness in my
raving heart, no matter how tired
i nearly kissed my will power out the door,
and you wouldn't
expect more if i were to tell you so
you could be too young for that
and why i thought i could stand
with fields of fog around my neck
and knees, i have no beliefs
i can't recall the last time i talked to you
and certain things that excite, won't keep me from anyone