i wish i was there. i wish
i was almost anywhere but here.
most especially though,
i wish i was there, where you are.
these people are weird
and this place is strange.
the stars don’t look right,
neither the water
and the trees are all wrong.
how did i get here?
how long do i stay here?
do i really need to be here?
what was i thinking?
the higher power calls me:
hark it sings, hark hark hark,
hark hark hark hark hark hark hark.
the lower power though,
it has a fuller sound.
its sound is louder, rounder, hotter, redder.
it hisses more, and releases steam.
it has fur and juice and teeth,
runs faster, and closer to the ground.
i sure would like to be there. mmmmm…
i sure would like to be there.
we could do something with that power.
we could make something with that power.
if i don’t do something with that power…
i have to do something with that power.
maybe i should go home now.
at least i should call home now,
i could say, “honey,
put the phone down,
close your eyes,
just put the phone down
close your eyes, smile
i remember the smile
your kisses came in
i remember the hunger
the meeting, our hands.