Sixty watts watched me   Examine my breath in a backyard   In the year New England   Failed to recall   That it was March and not May   That came a lion and left a lamb   And let fog unwind the lace cobweb of life   Under the four am halogen moon.   Melt an embrace   Over my moccasin moves   And dog calls   They were arabesques and soliloquies (respectively)   Sung legato   To the matron seraphim   The matron seraphim of      Lonely lover with the coldest hands   Taste low tide on the navy sands,   And she and muse are sisters, mute,   In adolescent fury and jealousy.      (She hums just above an engine)      Sophmororic aural emabargos   Weigh heavy cargo on my soul,   Who cuts when he thinks I'm asleep   But I know better,   Because I only cry when I mean it   Yes I only cry when I mean it      Lonely lover with the coldest hands   Taste low tide on the navy sands,   And she and muse are sisters, mute,   In adolescent fury and jealousy.      She hums just above an engine,   And she leads beneath the sheets,   And she and muse are sisters, mute,   In adolescent fury and jealousy.      (She hums just above an engine)