"I call home what does move

if you love me you must prove"

I'd kill for you of course

set marks then set me loose.


They don't ask why the heights

or why the neon lights

or why the palm trees

that never get washed right.


trust they'll feel sorry soon

gold plate and silver spoon

she dances as they swoon

and I beg down the moon.


I locked the doors, I mean

it rained of course, I leaned

against the wooden wall

let evidence on them fall.


We walk away and back

for more words we both lack

too tired to debate

when to get our next bait.