The Prisoner

You can’t heal your father with a kiss
He was a blind boy in corduroy
Your porcelain sister, she’s really a steel woman
And I’m not sure if she’s an angel or a changeling
The prisoner laughed
At the marble and must
Don’t lie to a flower
Feline girl
Perhaps she’s not an angel after all
Don’t lie to a flower
(A child knows these things…)
He couldn’t fly too soon…
And you’re deep in the center of a circle
The prisoner questioned his blindness
And you couldn’t fly too soon, could you?
Soon you’ll be free of your velvet logic
Oh, you always surround me Oh, you’re always above me
(streamlined and steely
Perfumed and porcelain.)
Oh you always surround me Oh you’re always above me Don’t lie to a flower
(A child knows these things…)
He couldn’t fly too soon…
(through a cup of desire…)
He couldn’t fly too soon
(the color of sky…)
He couldn’t fly too soon
(the spoke of time and salt and desire…)
He couldn’t fly too soon
Listen fool, there’s a hole in your head
Your worlds are locked up in tiny boxes
Perhaps she’s not an angel after all
He spoke of time, of salt and desire
(A child knows these things…)