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moody night
moody night

tap fingers
tap toes
black letters against the toes
new block print
old hat
old hand

interstellar peace on the skin
between the cells of
vanilla and tobacco
ivy and salt
somewhere there
yes
somewhere there

asked a simple
call and response
deep across the deep
sea
heard that old god
singing between the waves
in a conch with flowers
and shells for hair

if you think hard
and slow
find the scent of
cactus blossoms and desert sand
but that’s all you are
and that’s all you are
that’s all you are
a presence and wish to wish on

lips on the stairs
tongue on hardwood
the saints can’t keep it
together
and neither can you

when thirsty for water
all these words seem so pointless
what’s love
and who dares ask
and who wants the answer
all his old tricks
seem so futile now
when faced with a new face

I’ve got a million things
and none of them are you
none of them are you
woman in the bright pink hat
man in the beige coat
girl on the phone
boy in the street
none of them are you

moody night
moody night

I can’t sleep and neither can you

don’t ask
I’m taking
I’m telling mine

this silence