you'd better lock that door
you'd better bock those stairs
someone could fall down and join you there at the bottom

you'd better throw that switch
turn off the light
make it dark enough so you can't see the bottom

you'd better bring provisions to get you through
a long, cold winter
because spring is so far away it'll seem like China
you'd better hibernate until the day
when you can say you're fine without lying

you asked me for a light
for your cigarette
I didn't smell the kerosene
or see that you were wet
as you went up in flames I could almost hear you say
please hold all my calls until my skin grows back
or at least keep the phone company collections men at bay

I've bourn you like a camel across the dessert without rest
I put you down at the oasis and you fell in and drowned

you'd better lock that door
you'd better bock those stairs
someone could fall down and join you there at the bottom

Posted Wednesday, June 6th 2007