There is no good excuse for dragging your feet
even soldiers tired from soot and earth and flour
are not crying
These missiles won't mislead you
all you have to do is shoot
Would you wind up married, to the groom residing
inside my boot?
Please release the hounds
you weigh a hundred pounds
and you are not facing this circular mirror
this globe this sun this sphere
of life this earth who has seen
a million dreams come and go
the dinosaurs underwater know
that snow melts and the South Pole slows down
the ocean I am roaming on
while you are stoned
on the phone
talking to Time
unwinding the cord
it's all we can afford.
It's all we can aim towards.
As we spin around.