Decision Day - Field Report
Now the morning was gilded around the edges
But the shavings bone
They were pressed in and glued against the corner
Carved just like soapstone
And it was gloriously great
The sun was a radiant under lay
Fighting fading winning waiting
Puring behind milk and cloud and snow
And now the blinds are up a foot from the bottom
And I can make out outlines of ankles legs and asses
And a fresh that sends blood my ears
And my memories flood to let me out my boredom
And the final silly strand has been cut clean through
There is a pop a crack and a thud
And you are free and I am free now
To extricate ourselves from the mud
You practiced your name
In the margins of pages
Of a hundred thousand rough drafts
I heard they roughed you up pretty bad
You gotta climb up the mountain top and scream out loud
And chip your teeth on a bottle top and do me proud
When I held your hand in my blood-free hands
I swear they were the cleanest ones in town
Take your time and let the tide
Pull you out to sea
Take your time and let the tide
Pull you out to sea
