The Holes In The Walls

Jefferson Ghost Bear- White Manna



like a little girl
you frame your eyes and make a camera
choose a fistful of queen anne's lace
as i trip over a barrel of minnows

crocodiles grin from their moats
fish will jump into our boats
white manna will form from gruel
as i clasp my hands
and offer some devotion to you

you dream when you weep
you weep when you drink
please stay wooden into the night
give that shy lip a little bite
the holes in the walls can keep me
can keep me and you
the holes in the walls can keep me awake

like a little girl you frame your eyes and make a camera
choose a fistful of queen anne's lace
as i step upon the barrel

crocodiles grin from their moats
fish will jump into our boats
white manna will form from gruel

white manna will form from gruel