Lighthouses

 Well I think I told you 

All about the day knots

They tie yourself up they do

But nothing like the night hots

It's like the spiders are walking over you

And they tickle your throat

Or like the shudder

When someone walks over your grave

Well I thought I told you

About the night hots

But they are nothing compared to the evening cots

They snuggle you up

In a wrap of contentment

Like you are a baby, they never meant it

Like you were the crack and they were the pavement

I think I told you about the evening cots

But they are nothing compared to the morning rots

They stink and the swole

Like a sewer's wide goal

Full of scores and points and winning joints

That creak and appoint a doctor to you

Well I think I told you about the morning rots

But why don't you see for yourself 

The noon tide tots

They play and they fluster

Like filibusters who hold kites to

The age of the middle roster

And then the curtain falls

And they all run back home

Well I think I told

you about the light house

That was where I spent my time

Lights going on and off

Warning and the rolling of the ocean

Outside