Bloodhound - Foxing

My bloodhound baying at your door

The wild grass overlapping the front porch

The sound of scratching claws trimmed short

Keeps you buttoned up on the floor

And you’re reduced to howls

And I’m not there to drown them out

Swallowing up the room

Letting yourself down

Darling I’ll be fine

(The hiccups my mouth emits)

I’ve left behind my calluses

(This solicitude I won’t forgive)

I’ll be whatever you like

(All of this inside my head)

I’ll be whatever you like

(All of this inside my head)

Your seafaring love to the shore

When the tide rolled in there was nothing left

But an albatross hanging from my neck

And just as you could not contain the sea

You could not contain me