Shimmy Shimmy Shimmy

Spiders all in tune

There is a glue that binds us, you know.

The humming of vibrations tie our molecules together

and we shimmy shimmy shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah. 

I think me, I want life.

Yeah me, I want a house and a wife

and the slow disintegration of the days of wine and doses.

You’ve still got a weed tray.

I’m just drinking more coffee

and listening to these bands play.

I wonder if our hands could mold sound like clay.

I haven’t found a way to look sincerity

in the golden fucking fleece

of a face and be the first

to break the gaze.

My thirst for the unflinchingly genuine

suspends judgement and forgives sins

committed in hazy tenements.

My thirst for the tantalizingly tense

derives no pleasure from this

sudden desire for your smile.

You’re not allowed behind

this picket fence.

But me, I want the cackle and grin

that you wear with such permanence.

Me, I want life.

Me, I want to circle round the universe

with an array of tethered satellites

at differing distances for the rare instances

I need the extra signal.

Because, yknow, I might: I keep them all strung tight.

I think me, I want to know what you meant

by what you said last night.