Cup my hands to the headphones
Close my eyes, hold my breath
Lean across the table
Over the tundra into the night
"Oh, Honeybee, please answer me
You've left me la-la-la-la-la-la-low
Oh, Honeybee, please answer me
You've left me low."
This is the last transmission
From the final outpost:
"Come back Appaloosa, this is Palomino."
Cup my hands to the headphones
Close my eyes, hold my breath
Lean across the table
Over the tundra into the night...
To hear your ticks and pings
Shifting in your seat
Bristling of your beard
Scuffling of your feet under the table
Your swallows, your measured songbird sips
My query cuts the night
It jags, it skips from radio towers
That prick the horizon
You're/your heavy hesitation;
Static on the wires
And at the edge of the cavern
I stab into the black but only
"la, la, la, la, la" answered me back
"Oh, Honeybee, please answer me
You've left me la low."
This is the last transmission
From the final outpost:
"Come back Appaloosa, this is Palomino."
This is the last transmission
From the final outpost:
"Come back, Little Shaver, this is Tangelo"
It's not words I'd like to put in your mouth
But if only words I could put in your mouth
It would be, "88's and all the good numbers"
And "L"-words and "la"-words
And lazy, looping cursive
And "m-i-s-s-i..."
And "all the threes to you"
Crooked letter-o-sorry
Crooked letter-o-through
And at the edge of the cavern
I stab into the black but only...
Answered me back