A Stab in the Dark (With a Magic Wand)

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I wear my heart on my sleeve, yeah
But all that you ever wear
Is singlets

Which you got from Renaissance for 7 CAD
Then bought four more croissants than you thought you would need
I was hungry when you came and collected your cargo
But nobody on our island foresaw an embargo
I had bet on a bat out of the park
And I had beat with my hands and your heart
A stiff upper wrist from a year of holding onto something

You were swingin' between the party people, St Denis
But by 2.30 they were party poopers just like me
"Who is this fucker from wherever taking up all my bed?"
But we were fucking every second last July with no bed
We met at fourth base back in the first place
A pool of life in Fernando Pessoa’s birthplace
I know you need airspace but this a real case of short breath

Because your body makes me want to curl up into a ball and cry
So that’s exactly what I did that night
But on that occasion it’s more that the world you and I were both made in just didn’t seem right
“Felicitations! You are the first two lovers to feel this!”
But why should I conceal this? I want to unpeel it
Qualify the real shit
And what I feel is:

A stab in the dark with a magic wand
A seismic size-up with no clothes on
Your lap by the lake stained with snot and saliva
Blood spilt in the fight for control

Eleven days in Montreal was more real than twice that time could be
Dream wakes up to reality

You were insistent, measuring distance, but despite all your resistance there was none
but you required some cos our reality bit you too hard and too close to home base of the Home Run
That’s my perception, it's probably easier to stomach cos my guts aren’t in question
But maybe these gums like to think that they bit you, feed eyes that don’t notice you’d already seen through

Delusions of dreams when we’re never asleep
A fantasy pitched at reality’s keeper or backstop
I don’t know, whatever its called
Why these continuous references? I don’t like the sport
Were you caught? A trans-hemispherical rendezvous
touching down onto your might of excitement and
force of my Romeo FOMO - a no-go, dans la ville de 'No Logo'
et pogo exceptionelle

Who casts the spell? These senses are fences, I never can tell
If I’m living my truth and if you’re living yours we’re just building an infinite hallway of doors
Slip your foot in, slam it behind you, open to anything is just endless questioning, mind you
If I start stretching my wrist and you work on your swing
then fantasy baseball is real


Bubble that we blow up go kaput
Cos we’re breathing as humans
When I go capote
The show, it’s Truman


from Pucker Lips, released October 28, 2016



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