going the distance
To feel my insides melt in the august rain
and blithe footwork on the clockwork cakewalk!
oh, my poor heart swells and I take my blood-pressure impossible
new lows at the harvest moon
Yet this logic compels me,
by market research and vague hopscotching,
and in a moment of divine projection
my mind hovers enormous on the horizon
then sighing submits to the muckraker's deranged mathematics
Now going the distance, feet bared to the ogling passerby
I will rub femurs with the serotonin dandelions grown enormous
fingers curling skyward
closing one eye and touching the object of my desire in a tour-de-force
performance of my death-defying love
To feel my insides melt in the august rain
and blithe footwork on the clockwork cakewalk!
oh, my poor heart swells and I take my blood-pressure impossible
new lows at the harvest moon
Yet this logic compels me,
by market research and vague hopscotching,
and in a moment of divine projection
my mind hovers enormous on the horizon
then sighing submits to the muckraker's deranged mathematics
Now going the distance, feet bared to the ogling passerby
I will rub femurs with the serotonin dandelions grown enormous
fingers curling skyward
closing one eye and touching the object of my desire in a tour-de-force
performance of my death-defying love
