Smoking Signals - Sean Hayes

Two rocks, a hammer

And some chains to

Tie my hands

Two boots, the dirt, some food

Some land to

Dig it in

I cut the wood

Tear down

Build up for

Moving in

A hole, the mud, a pipe

Look out I’m

Getting in

Wash your hands and clean the floor

Get some money for the store

Move the papers on your desk

Breathe some air into your head

Pop the bubble

Concrete feet will

Hold you here

Fall in the lake

And then go fishing

Little Bear

Rest your bones

Upon the seashore

Salt tears

I’ll trade

This lucky key

The next time

You are near

Stop that buzzing over there

Stretch your bones and wash your hair

Change your strings

Dust your wings

Sing a song

Sharpen your sting

There’s a baby in the bucket

Of my eye

Plastic dolls holding Mary

Will be enough

There are mermaids

They can’t follow

On the shore

There are hermits

Wet from swimming

Drying off

Call the plastic wooden doves

Give them wings and they’ll fly off

Lucky ones will get away

Smoking signals

On the cake