o these precocious nights of the winter
like tar
slide down each window pain
and you can have what you will
in soluble pills
and you can find yourself
in some nostalgic state
and a salty wind
will kick back from the ocean
it'll rattle round your root canals and worse
so fill your hands with anything you can clatter
but first come on
come nimble through the dust
and come with fruit peel
and come with bags of leaves
tantalising finger strokes
and grinning limousines
come crawling from the woodwork
wry and brittle as a rake
for we must dine before we suffocate
us poor canicular fauns
see a knife is to a nose
is to a split lip
as the circus of the neighborhood unfolds
keep the good half of your face under a veil
and play it safe
for the rabble
will be frozen with the cold
and they'll come with fruit peel
they'll come with bags of leaves
tantalising finger strokes and grinning limousines
they'll crawl out from the woodwork wry and brittle as a rake
for we must dine before suffocate
us poor canicular fauns
you see the puddle it is deep
the cows are licking up your face
you've found a chisel just to sculpt
but you will use it just to mate
ain't that right
so come with fruit peel
so come with bags of leaves
tantalising finger strokes and grinning limousines
come crawling from the woodwork
wry and brittle as a rake
for we must dine before we suffocate
us poor canicular fauns
us poor canicular fauns

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