A Spindle, a Darkness, a Fever, and a Necklace

"So long everything!" he shouted Then he ran next door to Margot's house "I'm moving," he said "Where?" asked Margot "Two weeks away," he said "Mitchell, where is that?" asked Margot "It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks," said Mitchell, "I have lived in the same place for a long time, it is time for me to go someplace else" "No," said Margot, "You have only lived next door for fifteen years" "Sixteen," said Mitchell "Fifteen, sixteen. What's the difference?" said Margot, "I want you to stay next door forever" "I can't," said Mitchell, " I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the same old room, because I have lived there too long" You turn on a spindle You are so much looser now But you're not explaining how You gained such new repose I touch the clasp of your locket With its picture held Some secret you wouldn't tell But let it choke your neck So we imagine a darkness Where all shapes divide Solids changing into light With a burst of heat so bright Well fine, don't you do what I want you to Don't degrade yourself the way I do Because you don't depend on all the shit That I use to make my moods improve "And you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail, same old scales, same old walk, same old talk," said Margot "No," said Mitchell, "I like your face, tail, scales, walk and talk. I like you" "I like, like, like you" "I like, like, like you too," said Mitchell He walked through the door "I must pack," he said Near a sea of pianos There were waves of chords That crashed against the shore In one huge and useless roar And there were girls bringing water Like a dream they came To cure the fever of my brain And soothe my burning throat And they made me a necklace Hanging beads of sweat On a string of my regrets And placed it around my neck And they were singing "Don't you do what you've wanted to Yeah, don't destroy yourself Like those cowards do And maybe the sun keeps coming up Because it has gotten used to you And your constant need for proof