Frayed Blacklight Poster Universe

Smoke on the waterline,

red in the grain

The room starts turning and it says my name I had it

slow and low, too soft in the hands Now the ceiling wavers

like heat over sand

Dust in the speaker,

salt on the string I want the song to bite when the

first notes ring Let the daylight smear at the edge of the

room Let the chord turn strange and the roses bloom

Push it past honey,

past velvet, past blue Give me the spark

where the wild light comes through I want the air to bend

I want the frame to move Looking at the ocean,

I can see it all Colors of the universe spilling through the

blue

Looking at the ocean,

and the walls all fall All the hidden fire comes pouring into

view

Now the paint runs down from gold into green

Every face in the window comes loose from the scene The floorboards

breathe under heel and bone

A crooked little choir starts up in the tone I came for

a drift, but I stayed for the flame For the raw little

shiver that remakes the frame Turn the mirror sideways Let the picture

swim

If the edges come apart Let the colors rush in A little

more raw now A little more strange A little more

raw now

Let it rearrange