paul's grotesque

he eats an avocado

writes novels on her navel

climbs out her bedroom window

while she's asleep

she speaks of venom cobras

dark mater

supernovas

car crashes and tsunamis

that bring the rain

he talks with great bravado

drinks baby shirley temples

fights with a palm of marbles

does it hurt? does it hurt?

she squeeze the honey bottle

on an over-ripe tomato

don't care when all the ants go

right up her skirt

nobody knows

where the time goes

where the grind grows

nobody knows

nobody knows

where the time goes

where the grind grows

nobody knows

they met one summer party

eating banh mi with the cabbies

throwing empties at the police

oh how they laughed

she cut a smokey figure

she splintered in his fingers

so deep that even tweezers

couldn't pull her out

they danced in tiny halos

like moths around a candle

or atoms too unstable

but they don't care

nobody knows

where the time goes

where the grind grows

nobody knows

nobody knows

where the time goes

where the grind grows

nobody knows

we leave a healthy corpse

we beat a dying horse

we leave the headlights on

we write a swan song

will you get eulogized?

will you have apologized?

were you running high tonight?

will you even care?

nobody knows

where the time goes

where the grind grows

nobody knows

nobody knows

where the time goes

where the grind grows

nobody knows

nobody knows

where the time goes

where the grind grows

nobody knows

nobody knows

where the time goes

where the grind grows

nobody knows

nobody knows

where the time goes

where the grind grows

nobody knows