purple strings

wait

you've lost your head

in traffic jams

and flashing pans

and barking dogs

through the night

still get my sleep

do you get yours?

i'm getting to know myself

in spite of the bend

i'm getting ahead of myself

time and again

shadows escape through the narrows

by the skin of your teeth

and the tongue in your cheek

west

side of manhattan

a picture show

on self hypnosis

a closed window

a half burned note

for cursed black magic

and time travel

i'm getting to know myself

in spite of the bend

i'm getting ahead of myself

time and again

shadows escape through the narrows

by the skin of your teeth

And the tongue in your cheek

our bows shoot narrow arrows

time and again

costs an arm and leg