deep art meant

gone to the dep art ment of common sense
to find my father figure
with a christ complex
who throw snow stones
let it be without sin, ringo, the morning is O.K. collared

the way we sit up in bed is starched
the light marks hours
the way we would had we Sharpies
but enough of mythologies


a departure meant
that no one was around to sing
my shower is a microphone, i don't know about (it being) you

why the fuck isn't there an(y) America in your voice
I have buenos aires in my pants
you don't have to speak of gods for your voice to smart