I bump you along
There's that charm
That you fashioned from neglect


A broken commandment
A pause that's pregnant

And an ounce of respect

It's what you expect

A flag half-mast
And she'll tell you the rest.


She'll tell you the rest
Without a second guess
Of her vision of truth

She'll tell you the rest
And the figments of silence
Are all bulletproof.


She's still got her plans
Her picks and her pans

About a trip out of town

To towns never blown

Landscapes I've not been shown
On the television that she left playing aloud.


She'll tell you all the rest
Without the stains, the satin, or the dress
With her visions of the truth

She'll tell you the rest
And the dreams that you'd expect
From one who is bulletproof.


I live with her days
And my ensconced haze

But keep a good attitude

It's rag picking at times

To examine the signs
When she says that she wants me too.


She'll tell you all the rest
With beaded brow and heaving breast
Of her visions of the truth

She'll tell you the rest
With whip lashed lips of paradox flesh
Of one who is not bulletproof.