Stay busy and bloom
Stay busy, busy, busy – take roots
And bury, bury, bury them deeply
Till you’ve seen everything
You’ve seen it all.
You’ve been soil shocked
Pulled up, pulled out, dry and writhing
Making it, and faking it with honesty
Delivering a drop of sun, a drop of rain
Spider comes along and sees it eight new ways
Crawls along my shoulder and tells me secretly
I’ve seen nothing at all.
You rode on a kite
Down from where the winds catch every skirt they can feel
You made it feel real.
You bathed in a cloud
For nearly half my days you bathed and you lazed
Around in a cloud
I hope it feels bright.
Your smile is the sun
Golden streaks still don’t know where to run
Looking for some children’s face to kiss
They always miss
I shed a tear
You made it feel just like a kiss
Can you handle me?
Do you know what hit you
Are you remotely prepared for it
Are you a porch with a patio and swing
Or a deck I need to swab over and over again
Just like the rest of the platforms every set of steps has led to
Can we make it all the way through the litter scraps and waste
Decomposition may be all that we know anymore
And there are shorter vines now, receding
Draw back, line by line until
You find that you still
Can’t handle me
