Third hour prowling through the two dollar store
Say I live without fear as I discern my heart a little more
Got caught running with the clowns
Making pitiful sounds
And of course they’re down
To exploit anything as fwee as breathing

So I’ll stay here a little while longer
The dirty diaper on the counter gets hot
Blue salamander on the front lobe screams
“Look out’

The one with the son
He’ll cut me up

And now I’m crying like a spider in the sun
It’s not fear or sadness or aches
It’s just living
Long, long, long

Roadrunner, roadrunner
Coyote helmet left the radio on
There’s a finger so far up in this party
I’ve gotta go lay down

And now I’m crying like a spider in the sun
Alone, with my green thumb on page 263
The only rule in this garden is that the water may never be clean