dogs barking at the dawn
clouds of brass silver flame
brothers asleep on the lawn
wet with yesterdays rain
you were born in a skyscraper tray
ten thousand feet from the sea
four hundred stories away
from the dead and your first memory
paste some buckles to your shoes
ease on down to the store
neighbors staring at you
when you drop all your change on the floor
a neanderthal from aisle six
leaving frozen boxes of peas
crosses a sterile matrix
with the sparkle of stars in her eyes
da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da
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now angels are playing on your lawn
rolling your brother around
like a slumbering water balloon
or a bag full of dreams on the ground
you can see it from lightyears away
as he cripples himself to succeed
in the tumble of dreams as they play
with his habits of distance and speed
la da da da da da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
