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morse code

I’m peeling squash in the kitchen
Skeletal tendrils and vine left to dry on the lawn
Nourishing mayapple children
One more December till dawn
We’ve gotta make some decisions, I
Spend so much time thinking through what you won’t think about
Mississippi cliffs of ambition
Or the limestone path leading down

I could cook a few meals if you want em
Got butterflies and petty ideas if you want em
But I pulled all the weeds out again, now
What am I to do with the roots and the stem?

Half dozen eggshells on the counter
I’m running faster on weekends and taking more naps
Evenings I hide in my snow-globe
Mornings I scrape off my dash
I liked it a little bit better when 
Reading for fun wasn’t something I had time to do
Now I’m a picket line pirate
Playing you suckers till June

And we could find life in that gutter
Loving you’s like Kickapoo bends in the water
But I’ll cut off the fruit in the end, now
What am I to do with the roots and the stem?

You’re peeling squash in the kitchen
If you wanted out then you should’ve gone back to Bay View
But it’s never that easy, is it?
The tide finds a way to seep through
We’ve gotta make some decisions
Skeletal tendrils and vine left to dry on the lawn
Mississippi cliffs of ambition
One more December, I’m gone

Into the call
Of glue-battered faces hung on the wall
Of cut-out news pasted on views of Saint Paul
I don’t know what I want but I want it all
Yeah I want it all
A corn maze
A manicured hand held to barbed wire blades 
A microchip moon above a marmalade lake
Here I am, here I am, and I
Here I am and I

I made a few meals, did you want em?
I had butterflies and petty ideas, did you want em?
I pleaded again and again
What was I to do with the roots and the stem?
We could’ve found life in that gutter
True friends are Kickapoo bends in the water
But I figured it out in the end
I know it now as I knew it then

morse code

selby and fry