I HAVE OPENED A WOUND ON THE SUN

I HAVE OPENED A WOUND ON THE SUN
                       AND MY DAYS ARE FILLED WITH POLITE HANDSHAKES
                DRY SMILES AND STOPLIGHTS
                                      I AM NO LONGER DAZZLED BY THE DEW
                          AND THE RAINBOW HOLDS NO SURPRISES
       YESTERDAY'S PIRATES HAVE FLED ON THE WIND
             AND I HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO SPEAK
                           WITH THE SPOKEN GIRAFFE
                    WHO INHABITS THE UPPER REACHES
                                                       OF MY DREAMS
                                THE CLOCK OF MY LOVE
                                           IS IMPOSSIBLE TO WIND
                        YET STILL KEEPS BITTER TIME
                                   FOR THINGS THAT NO LONGER MATTER
              THE ROACHES IN MY ROOM
                                     REFUSE TO RECOGNIZE
                                  THE KINDNESS OF MY CRUMBS
                     AND THE UNFORGIVING STONES OF MY GARDEN
                                                        DON'T KNOW ME ANYMORE
     IF I COULD
                I WOULD LOSE MYSELF ON THE FAR SHORES
                          OF SOME UNCLAWED RIVER
                      FOR I AM DECOMPOSING IN A SUIT OF BLACK SATIN
                              AND I HAVE OPENED A WOUND ON THE SUN
            I HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO SPEAK WITH THE BROKEN GIRAFFE