i ll make you paper houses on stilts
     sketches and old currency
     build you new sailboat
     with shoelace machines
     tacking the tape to the hull

     you don t deserve my peppermint shrine
     neither the mail nor my nursery rhymes
     i ll be content with this cottage disease
     where puzzles keep missing a piece

     mind not to take a picket offence
     but who ll guarantee the unfit
     you board up your doors
     with your gelatin prose 
     sandpapared my only key

     so you don t deserve my peppermint shrine
     neither the rain in my marmalade rinds
     i ll fix the rent and the salt water bill
     assuming the glass is half filled

     no you don t deserve my peppermint shrine
     neither the whale in my nursery rhymes
     i ll be a fool for a credit card sneeze
     you take me home if you please

     you take me home if you please

     you take me home if you please

     

     behind the fences
     10/98