Solar Gullet

Pardon, receiver
From the things that light themselves
The hard receiver
I'm not an imposter
I'm pulling you over
To have another word with you, baby
Sits, stays
The word is an awful taste of the thought
(It’s like pornography)
When you dig in the hole but you...
Dig in the hole but you lose

Bringing us back from the sun warm
Breathing this beck of the sun’s odor
Want these things and ignore these things
On the oven door