Coast to Desert

Does it hurt?
Dessert
Tastes funny when life gives you cherries
Left in a bowl in my old apartment
I remember what the aeration does
When I can't get the narrator out
Out of the door, out of the carpet floors, out of the head
Instead, we boil the fixtures and rearrange some pictures
On a wall to fit a bit of normalcy to the clock ticking
I drove from the coast to desert
On the road through the nubes were painted strings playing strained paperies
when the piano sun stops playing and playing and playing
I can feel in the halls of song the echoes that go on with stars beckoning over Utah
Of the pain that stands still
Like all the moored objects objectivifiably staring back at me
With nothing to say, I can remember
the fee
That costs burnt daylight energy inside
And where do you go when you die a little bit in there?
Does it taste sweet like you thought it would?
And the clock moves
The moon is up and above
I wouldn't trade anything for this
Funny taste of sand moving
Maybe, a place to go back into