FOREVER IN DOG YEARS

This is important.
We are mumbles.
Thread your fingers
through my fingers.
We are numbers.
You are perfect
enough.

You were northern.
You were southern.
He was with us
in the garden,
til the garden,
it took us
apart

So like a song to me singing the fog of foggy days.
So like a bird from me flying, far, fire away.
You've not lived til you've broke someone's heart.
Who are you if you're not breaking a heart?
The erasures of names from black books, blood from a blade.
You are nothing, look deep in my eyes.

All your lovers,
were they peasants?
You hurt them
to help them,
like a prophet
raising
dead.

You were deadened
by a mattress.
We are all servants
to masters.
I am axes
pruning
a pine.

So like the dead you are stuffed, a skeleton suit in my closet.
I am never enough for me. Bugs belly up, I am struggling.
You've not lived til you've broke someone's heart.
Who are you if you're not breaking a heart?
Memory, a mass grave, the bodies, my family.
You are nothing, look deep in my eyes.

I'm recouping
the damage
with a pitchfork
in a bullfight.
Can I love you
if you love me
back?

These are lyrics.
We are masons.
Gonna free you
with our cages.
We are cattle.
We are faces.
The facts.

And my heart feels so thin now, how much can you take?
You want me dead, just you watch me, you watch me try.
You've not lived til you've broke someone's heart.
Who are you if you're not breaking a heart?
Forever in dog years, is thunder my god barking backwards?
You are nothing, look deep in my eyes.

Some are Eastern.
Some are Western.
Summer rain
in a cistern.
You were Brooklyn
to Manhattan
and back.

We were rockets,
without bottles.
You were dancing,
two candles.
I love you,
but that's not
enough.

Cold as the shoulders of gargoyles, white churches crumbling.
All of this waiting, and praying, and closing of eyes.
You've not lived til you've broke someone's heart.
Who are you if you're not breaking a heart?
If this is a dream, she says, lover let's sleep forever.
You are nothing, look deep in my eyes.

We were lovers
on a rooftop,
the birds there
just scatter
like a promise
when she took
you back.

Blackened.
You were see-through.
Like a secret,
couldn't keep you.
Love is homemade
and exported
at a loss.

So like the clouds we collide, combine, and break up.
Am I just talking to my mouth? To mouth to mouth to mouth am I?
You've not lived til you've broke someone's heart.
Who are you if you're not breaking a heart?
There is a time, there are places for prophecies,
David, you are nothing, look deep in my eyes.
Who are you if you're not breaking a heart?

DAS - Los Angeles, California, USA