Rust

Breaking up and breaking bones
A guy offers you a home
He has snakes in tanks, you put piglets in a box
When you wear moon boots you can't wear socks

You hang your children upon the walls
On your shower curtain, the full moon falls
And you catch it like a fisherboy in a shallow stream
Who's never baited a hook nor seen a bream

And you prepare to be a mourning son
The air is heavy in your father's lungs
The wishbone breaks as your mind turns
What's to wish for when a man can learn

You dreamt of the past but woke up in the now
You thought you'd forget, so you wrote it down
240 pages, 10 000 fragments of confetti
The sorrowed man's pen is a blind boy's machete

You're in deeper waters now
Your head is subdued, your toes touch the ground
And here you can think of the nothing at all
Or a calming mantra on which to drawl

Ride into the morning sun
The winds rush, your hair's undone
The ocean breaks as you hear a song
On your steel strings rusted for so long
So ride into the sun
Your hair's undone
It's unfurled like the wisped wings
Of an impossible thing
So ride into the sun