Hammock

By the time I heard your cold cries

I was out of the museum

Running west by the park

And I could barely sketch your face in case

Your gusto growls off of the page

I don't remember what you look like anymore

Howling at the moon

With those Larry Hagman blues

One dance then a blue

And stay with me all night, my honey child

Will warm beads drip on my hand

From your waist?

Will it taste like the collisions

We played out in the dark?

Go run alone under the trees that grew out

Over the river, a very English summer

Ashen, well, I'm howling at the moon

With those Larry Hagman blues

A quick step and a few

Can't resolve I'm not into the night

I can't even see the point, Kim, I never had enough