Of keen gaze

Swim Have to swim Lips are leaking Speaking oily trench remarks Not hearing clearly Swim Have to swim Portraits drinking Sinking thoughts of old malign "Did I design this" Swim Have to swim Foam the fringed skirt cringes out An old familiar hurt "Undress the rest" Swim Have to swim Floating feathers wait for whispers to pervert "Who loved you best" "These arms are oars" Swim Have to swim Plastic vultures costume caskets to aboard The deep wide chasm is near Of keen gaze Tell me now When choir has sung and notes decay Tell me now When all seats have been left Tell me Why this writhe Belongs to you Please tell me Just how many harmonies must orchestra feed Of keen gaze Keep singing on and on and on Swim Have to swim Chin is weakening Gasping invitations to An empty ballroom Swim Have to swim Legs are sleeping Grasping imitations to Avoid your womb "These arms are oars" Swim Have to swim Behind a burning flock of paper doves That's given up on love All drown with horses