Verse 33

I have met those
who picked up a bottle of beer
and decided to never put it down
and some folks who have
taken that eternal date
with the white lady

I got some friends
who took that trip to Jupiter
they say they wouldn't trade
the view for the world
and there are some good men
who can only relax with
hot tears rolling down their cheeks

And in my travels I've met
people with really odd names:
Citizen, Son, Daughter, Employee, Sergeant, Doctor
and some people who wouldn't dare
to breathe without asking Jesus first

And when I keep that secret to myself
I feel awful, I really do
I've actually been to the center of the universe
That's where I found you

An Arachnescent Star

I fell in love with the basement spider
Watching her spin her doilie web
Tip-tipping her little legs on the wall
I wished she'd wrap them around me instead
And I'd lay on the sheets with my head propped back
My eyelashes parted, and my hair all a mess
The air between us was thick with desire
She crawled to the edge of my bedrest
"Pretty thing," I said, "You don't have to come close
The poor girl would just die if we took it too far
Vixen fangs and long gentle legs
The moon lit her up like an arachnescent star

Now I won't try to say that I've never killed
A spider is a spider is a talented pest
But where is the threat in my Lovely's small fangs?
Where are the blades in her spinerettes?
A widow may poison, if only for spite
Recluses and Hobos are aggressive and threaten
But my little darling hardly has a bite
And with time she could weave us a heaven
Of gentle little threads that break and warp
At my touch, but keep my dear Beauty alive
Oh, I could never have her for my own,
But she's trapped me like a housefly

And gently tapping buggy feet
Will soon lure me to pleasant sleep
So she can spin my dreams into
Beautiful white dreams of passion
And when the morning sun is red
She'll weave me love songs by the bed
And if our love is good and true
What a beautiful web we'll fashion

But Darling, small, and brave and true
If I should tell the world of you
They'll think me mad, and in a fright
Might smash you at the very sight
And could I blame their instinct's fear?
Although you're gentle small and dear
It's human nature, truth of life
To live in fear and kill in hype

Verse 32

You remind me of
the freshman girl
from Dazed and Confused
with your big blue eyes
hanging like moons that
only illuminate peace lillies
and truth roses
and when they shine on me
I'm no longer that kid
throwing his long stringy hair
behind his ears, and
getting his ass kicked
by seniors,
but a lake, reflecting your peace
for anyone looking for some quiet

Delicate

Mister Melmoth has a past
and though I love him now
the rose in his lapel was once a seed.
And soon the flower withers dead
as Mister Melmoth too
but a moment of this grace is all I need.

He tells me that my hands
are much too delicate to long
to climb the iron fence around his heart,
but also says that I
should want a nicer cheek to kiss.
All while his face hangs like a piece of art.

But these are the only lies his little mouth could ever tell
And if secrets are for keeping, I will let him keep them all
Because no matter how it grew, whether by saints or fiends of hell
I love that little heart he holds behind his steely wall
And I love his weathered mind, just like that rose in his lapel
Whether still thorned or with its petals poised to fall

But Mister Melmoth has a past
And though I love him now
His heart has beat in places I shall never know
And he tells me that my mind
is much too delicate to long
to know of where his past selves used to go.

But he also says that I should want a nicer cheek to kiss
and if secrets are for keeping, I will let him keep them all
Mister Melmoth has a past, and though he thinks I'll die of this
I'm sure we neither see the edge from where I'll fall