She's like a siren singing in reverse,
cacophonating through the universe.
Her barometric eyebrow phasing,
rapidly pulsating sense of truth.
Will your vibrancy confusticate your fuse?
Will your radiating pulse and rhythm
overwhelm your cylinders with use?

And he's afraid of being on his own.
He's catalytic conversational.
He keeps his hands at two and ten and
anxiously awaits oncoming views,
but the more I gain the more I must refuse.
An invasion of the body-snatchers,
waiting for someone to capture me.

And she can only stay, just for a while.
She's saving time 'till it comes back in style.
She's packing up her overnight and
chiding "there's no point in fighting me,
for I cannot die, I can only change my leaves.
I'll be back tomorrow evening leaving
shortly after morning, after noon"

And he has heard the rain come down in sheets.
He lay there by the window for a week.
He dreamed he took the fire escape
and stalked his way across to Clarkson St.
As he, silent, jumped the borderline between
something grey and something ancient,
thought he "my, oh, what a burden we must breathe."

And I imagine if she was in town,
you wouldn't be so haphazardly wound,
pretending these excuses
aren't the nooses that you use to criticize.
You know better than to belly up and die.
You have cloaked yourself in other's safety.
Come on. Let's be honest baby:

You know it's not like that.
Nobler reasons will not leave you tread upon more softly.
If you know it's a not fair fight,
then why on earth are you so slow to turn around?

Are you awaiting a changing of the guard?
The efficacious death of some great star?
Unceremonious and fading
backwards, fading faster, fading free.
I can see it in the bait between your teeth
You have set a course for failure.
You have sailed yourself toward the reef.