Your painting   Scratched lines of blue and gold   You open me up   Was folding into myself   A deck of cards   Face down empty on the shelf      Your song with   Emphasis on one and two   Then I couldn’t keep time   You took me into a dream   Exploding soundtrack   That I treasure as mine…      I was bent over   My chest and invisible line   Sinking   But then the light   The lamp that I held   In my blistered hands   You the fuel and   Me the fool for not noticing      This Chinese junk we’re on   With strapping strong   You cast free the lines   Let’s float here   Together clearly we better   Slip out to the brine!