With Chan Marshall as my vocal exegesis (baton throws)

never, go out to the barnhouse icons
no, not the disturbed relics of yesterday’s
cast iron regrets, not to appease the giants,
never take away from me more than I take from you,
my love is so clear – we are pivoting off the grass
from your trailer back ground and weeds what tells us
of the birds and the bonds like some kind of leggoscope,
dreamin’ like a lost ghost escaping the urn of treble and time,
there knocking against your window screen, all ashmore and tim,
all proud vacant fools you wished to dismiss, but felt partial to.
Just like the damn vouchers. Those cost more than anything else.
Remember that all day.