Weasel (a begging brother in line)
(c. clay)

you popped your head up. weasel.
acid live wire. banging metal.
now i've been a mess, but found it unsightly
i took you...lightly. convinced that

it was just a match stick struck in my mind
i was just a begging brother in line
just an alarm to man the fort
just a fresh bruise to wait out
just an effect of the full moon
time better spent on a new tattoo
a way for a man to justify his drink

i believe confusion’s just a fear of feeling a desire
and time waits on my hands to open up and set mine free
somehow my blood wound up in that cauldron, caught your heart
one can’t see all the cards on the table in the dark

now you may be what i always wanted
but the situation - a one i never wanted
so fuck me
and i may be the sacred heart you crave
but the bible never told how jesus can enslave
in this situation
so fuck thee
i know we both got a bottle in our hand
and he’s more seductive than any man
but i greatly dig when he knock us out
and our fingers interlace in sleep
and when we clean it all be fine
like laundry on the clothing line
so swing with the breeze and take a wink at
that little bit of stain on the sheets

and if you think my love won’t shoot
sharp as an arrow right in to you
soft as a breeze on your sweet face…
breathe it into your lung now
and under some strange phase of moon
who popped up as your new tattoo
a way for a man to throw down his drink

i believe the future’s just a flower from my seed
and time waits on its knees for you to take some seed from me
baby when you gonna get home

thought it was a match stick struck in my mind
i was just a begging brother in line
just an alarm to man the fort
just a fresh bruise to wait out
and if you should think your love won’t do
the boy banging metal has gotten through
i love you
come on let’s get this thing on

i believe conclusion’s just gestation of new fire
and time waits on our blood to set these new stars free
honey won’t you come explode with me?