your husband,nhe drinks like a writer,nbut he writes like a banker,ni hope his pens all run dry.nnyou watch him from your cave in the corner,nfull moon eyes flame and flicker,nthe wild way that i like.nnfrom my part,ni pretend i don't noticendumb friend you're a poet,nand i could do this all night.nnand i'll stay like that,nhands locked in my lap,nwhat i want jailed up in my mind,nuntil i slide to sleepnwhere you're waitin' for me,nand we do what we want to,nand shut ourselves off for the night.nntil morning barrels in like a brides maid,ndrunk and desperate for her day,ndrags me out, picks a fight.nnand i see i'm alone herenpicture frames and a hot platenstubborn sun spites the hallwaysnpaint chips blink yellow white.nnand i'm stretching, in the act of forgetting,nbear teeth and blood letting,nsignals crossed half my life.nnand the local grownnsees your notes towards my home,ndreaming fits as we crawl underground,nand you're shedding skin,nso i keep what i can.nyeah i fill up my pockets,nand stuff all that's left in my mouth.nnnow you are a part of me,nfor as long as i sleep.ni could trick myself into a trance,nwhere were as firm as facts,nand i don't give you backnevery morning the sun comes to shuttle you back to your man.n