oil ship
liza i remember you in gold
lying on a hotel floor some seven years ago
telling me compassion is an act
and all that i can do for you is make your cells synapse
and you said the explosions in your mind
are getting smaller all the time
and i didn’t know you much back then
and i don’t know you now except for what i’ve made up since
my mind can ride a story like a train
you married once in budapest then fled the lion’s mane
cause you said the explosions in your mind
are getting smaller all the time
(all the) time became an oil ship at sea
slow and you were half aboard and half a sort of free
and you could hear the whales in your sleep
soft and low
warm and sweet
and you imagined horses in a cage
every time the aching hull collided with the waves
and every shore a standing circus crowd
gaping as the elephants pumped oil from the ground
and you said the explosions in your mind
are getting smaller all the time
(all the) time became an oil ship at sea
slow and you were half aboard and half a sort of free
and you could hear the whales in your sleep
soft and low
warm and sweet