the theme song of an animated cat
the tornadoes in the front yard
and volcanoes in the back

she's still warm (she's still warm)
she is still so warm
she is warm (she is warm)
she is still so warm
after all of the cables did
fall through her neighborhood
still she remained
so impeccably warm
she was worn (she was worn)
she was worn by the baggage claim
worn (she was worn)
she was bored of the escapades
like a tuned piano
she clung the animated
arrangements of
tullips and flow'rs
and hours and watching the rain
as the planes landed in the lake

as the pilots (and co-pilots) step out
of the cockpit and fall in the murk

she was calm (she was calm)
when her husband died
he left his ashes by her side
and she scrolled
and she told no one how she
spoiled
when she would not answer
the door
and the puddles began to
circle, immersing her
leather purse suitcase
the curdling silence
began to creep over her brain
kept tight to the
transmitter radio





he wore (he wore)
a suit made of flowers
he wore (he wore)
the shirt that she made he made him
he soared (he soared)
and he swore (he swore)
to the same gods as gods before





it's a grave bouquet
but mother likes it that was
it was a great romance
crescendo-ing in a dance

it looks like mold growing in the fridge

he is just a skeleton in this picture
raceless, faceless gentle soul
there was a reckless call to office
from the bad boys in plaid and the kids in school

just a touch of color
on this old worn line

he was just a mess through this whole wedding
tastless, wasted, timed and true
before he raised he glass to toast the wed
for the red run down his jagged suit

just a touch of color