Dan in drag Barefoot and drunk Iris gin warm in the trunk
Verdant You keep lushes drunk and drunks lush
A rush
Not the way the wind blows but the strength of the gusts The dead wife bench tries flowers You and me crawling over this You dive soft in my guts The grass dark in that park after hours
A rush
Helicoptering rabbits The street cold as its mist Omnipotence of boy Drowning hand in hand with Daniel Another boy waits on the shore
And you a man rare and raging And you a man rare and raging