Poets (2023 Remastered)

Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding

When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts

Doing some final accounting

Lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction

He's been getting reprieve from the heat

In the frozen food section, yeah

Don't tell me what the poets are doing

Don't tell me that they're talking tough

Don't tell me that they're anti-social

Somehow not anti-social enough, that's right

And porn speaks to it's splintered legions

To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions, yeah

While aiming at the archetypal father

He said with such broad and tentative swipes why do you even bother?

Yeah

Don't tell me what the poets are doing

Those Himalayas of the mind

Don't tell me what the poet's been doing

In the long grasses over time

Don't tell me what the poets are doing

On the street and the epitome of vague

Don't tell me how the universe is altered

When you find out how he gets paid, alright

If there's nothing more that you need now

The lawn cut by bare breasted women

Beach bleached towels within reach for the women

Got to make it, that'll make it by swimming