when they found me i was skeletal with dreaming
engineered along the lines of what they were fearing
broken cornfields, ash of perfume
dark red night and golden love room.

when they found you you were like me
alive and beating but somewhat drowning
in the cornfields where the wetlands found me
drinking absinthe and softly frowning.

engines roaring through all gasoline
prices soaring for even libertines
and broken roses on their doorstep
meant nothing but the curse of mortality.

wishes come in shapes and sizes
beggars ride with cardboard matches
and pigs will fly when the world is turned
around thee, upside down and softly falling.