Sunk my roots deep
Deep deep
With smoke in the basement
And using vines of many kinds
I wove
a fence and net
around it all
A thorny wall
in spaces and in others
honey suckle flowers
In the low places spells I cast
with my smoke
and my powers
Walls of Green to keep us safe
high and low and deep and wide
A cat bird seat
with us inside
In a coma of secrets
Left to the tiles
Refrigeration paid by credit card miles
Sometimes I say I made it here without you
But I know the truth
There is no here, there is no you
There are no tiles, there is no truth
Just beautiful people
With beautiful words
And we strut them around
Like beautiful feathers on a false bird
But sooner or later
Everyone rents a minivan
Unrelated note: ever notice how perfect David Duchovny's hands are? Look at those nailbeds... my God what a heart throb. Later in his eventful career Duchovny played a Male Hand Model in the comedy Zoolander, which supports my observation further.
