Blue Hippo

She sat on the cliff of the bed

Tackled me with a plastic comb

Pressed her fingers into my head

Start at the blond search for the bone

She tried to tame me her nails and my knots.

Bathe with the sandman, dress up for what’s not.

Let me tangle, let me dry

Want it wicked, let me rile

Come into my cave

blue hippo into the black

I’m your problem child,

you're matter of fact

I slyly side step sorry

Drag my heels across the street

She tells me I’m unlettered while

I read the backs of her knees

Catch me in-habits

one tight skyward eye

Pull hats out of rabbits

and salt out of the sky

Let me tangle, let me try

Want it wicked let me rile

Come into my cave

blue hippo into the black

I’m your problem child,

your matter of fact

What a thought was in whale water

Was really running through the pipes

To show off her flex-ability

she made a fool of my fight

I bit her belly,

she bellowed like a swan

Cured me like a petal

pressed in her open palm

Let me tangle, let me try

Want it wicked, let me rile

Come into my cave

blue hippo into the black

I’m your problem child,

your matter of fact

Come into my cave,

blue hippo into the black

I’m your problem child,

your matter of fact