Various Artists Follow

All trees are oaks all birds are blue in the mountains of a magnet (are the mountains of you) I'm proud of my genius just like a painter and dumb like a poet I think I can just say it from the throats of our wrists with full sets of teeth vanilla almond teeth from vanilla almond tea spent afternoons measuring time in spoons. A southern run for a late longing to drink. What's 80 miles in Canada or 18 years in the mountains where all trees are oaks and all birds are blue, ach` du. I thought everyone was you. Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things that don't get old, don't get old between one June and September you're all I remember but I'm a lantern, my head a moon. I married a room where I'll at least keep my hands in order. And what about the air, lying awake.