Wherever you’re going, you won’t get there,
an owl’s hoot warns the small, scurrying beasts.
The moon is telling riddles tonight.
Insomniacs twist in their sheets.
The owl’s hoot warns small, scurrying beasts,
There’s more to lament than to praise.
Insomniacs twist in their sheets,
inflamed by longing, shame, and fear.
There’s more to lament than to praise.
What the body learns, it remembers.
Inflamed by longing, shame, and fear,
parents bruise when they try to caress.
What the body learns, it remembers –
Joy’s short-lived as magnolia blossoms.
Lovers bruise when they try to caress.
Sidewalks are littered with shriveling petals.
Joy’s short-lived as magnolia blossoms
though I didn’t know this when we kissed
on sidewalks littered with shriveling petals.
The virus blooming in your blood.
I didn’t know when we kissed
that our future had fluorescent hospice light.
The virus bloomed in your blood.
You visit, then leave me, in dreams.
The moon is telling riddles tonight.
In fluorescent hospice light,
you whisper before leaving my dream,
Wherever you’re going, you won’t get there.
