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clay up to the thighs
guess you’re doing fine
guess you know I had trouble
on my mind
when I made love
on top of some holy books
the priests and the scholars
didn’t take it too kind
but I didn’t give it a second
thought

clay up to the waist
guess you’re doing fine
well I had trouble
on my mind
when I tied the governess
to some railroad tracks
spun my hat
watched the train graveyard bound

clay up to the chest
guess you’re doing fine
guess I should be straight
with you
I kept a one track mind
to not let my irises swell
to not let my breath catch
to not spend the days
staring at the dancing ceiling fan
to hold back the tears
that used to come when
waking
when sleeping
I guess I used to have
trouble on the mind
I was never sure what it meant
to breathe in and out

clay up to the chin
guess you’re doing well
guess you should know
the diggers tell me
of a farm up north
we can build a museum
and be quiet for a while

oh I’m here for a while