Poppy

Ride that wake all the way, a scream in my throat
Ride that wake all the way, my mother's voice
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
Endless dreaming, endless ecstasy
For all I've caused - the dogs begin to circle me
Their teeth, their jaws, my body in its vividness
As flesh is made in marble
As marble captures softness
As softness holds a violence
Within a pure expression
Glimpses now of snowy beaches, winters borne in Delaware
Glimpses now of driving, counting bridges to see that again

Ride that wake all the way, a scream in my throat
Ride that wake all the way, my mother's voice
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
Endless dreaming, endless ecstasy
For all I've caused a brutal end is apropos
I've made my art to suffer for the spectacle
As flesh is made in marble
As marble captures softness
As softness holds a violence
Within a pure expression

Glimpses of when I'd walk so far I'd get home with my heels bleeding
Glimpses of the trees that marked my seasons all I've since outlived
I still see the place
I once knew as 537-5218
Ride that wake all the way, a scream in my throat
Ride that wake all the way, my mother's voice
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field
Carry me where my tears return as poppies in a field