The Hours of the Day

I don’t recall a single thing
the water spilling from the drains, the water pouring in
the scented candles, the house at sunset
My happiness is like a pearl
it’s not a thing, it’s not a boy and it’s not a girl
It’s just this something that I’ve been meaning to tell you
See that girl there on the fence
is she as pretty as me?
See that boy there moving slowly
is he as pretty as me?
You can’t understand what they say
they have a song for every hour of the day
Why is it that they say that it’s dead?
When it still shakes after we cut off its head
See the wings flapping, see it wiggle and dance
with the blood gushing out
Don’t let it make you feel sad
look up now, there’s mom and there’s dad
tell them what happened
tell them that something just ran through the house
Sunday with your best friend
the rain falls, it’s beautiful
he is walking over here
he has grown and he is beautiful
you let him know you mean no harm
and with a single touch you’ll carry the wind out of his arms
Here’s the waterside pavilion
here’s the end of all the reasons,
the changing of the seasons
and the water that looks like wind
around the shipwreck,
on the rail
we’re moving in and out of its holes