All these telescopic poems
I'll be in my bed, you can be the stone
Come clean, listen and talk
Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies
Why can't they wish their kisses good?
That raises from the dead and carries us all home
The future has a valley and a shortcut around
Why can't they just say what they mean?
Hold a private light on a Michigan shore
The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars
Fly like winging birds, fighting for the keys
Who will wear the crown of drowning award?
On a private beach in Michigan
Why do they miss when their kisses should?
From a microscopic home, it's good to be alone
It's good to be alone
Hello private callers, ID's blocked
You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
Why can't they say what they want?
This recent rash of kidsmoke
On a private beach in Michigan
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