Jane with Dumbbells
Jane with dumbbells prone on the floor
on your 'secret island'; I've seen it before.
These apparitions of monkeys and paws
seem to hint at something impure.
You found your corners, your sides are all gone:
a bundle of impulses reigned in too long.
Your "˜reckless gambles' aren't gambles at all;
it's like one of those games where you let yourself fall.
There's an athletic crowd, and they don't know your name.
The girls are sweet and accept all your gifts;
your lambent letters, your overwrought kiss.
But something tells you it's best they don't see
that if they'd want them, you'd rip out your teeth.
And he's always working, you're always astray
in those toxic mornings, those saccharine days.
And you don't want rescue: the end is ok,
and you're at your best with someone to save.
But you found your corners, your sides are all gone;
a bundle of impulses reigned in too long.
Jane with dumbbells got everything wrong;
it was something too comforting, something too strong.
There's an athletic crowd, and they don't know your name.
You found your corners, your sides are all gone;
a bundle of impulses reigned in too long.
Your 'reckless gambles' aren't gambles at all,
it's like one of those games where you let yourself fall.
You found your corners; your sides were all gone;
a bundle of impulses reigned in too long.
Jane with dumbbells got everything wrong;
it was something too comforting, something too strong.
There's an athletic crowd....