All of your debts That blow to me like harmonizing trumpets Then fall so ugly on all of me How much harm will the harmonizing be? As you take away from me All of my nets Where all your silverfish Used to come right in I wish you'd let them come again Not bellied up or smelling of the sin That you're proudly musking of with All your regrets June again The milk times ten For I have two new mothers Giving birth to all the men My brothers who will molt to others I'm a thief in the prime of life A belief that the summer is my knife A pine tree straighter than a mascara applicator Bristling and whistling through the needles Your eyelashes are like needles Up so tall where a dead phone call Pumps through the wires, through the needles Your eyelashes are like needles How they brown when the sun comes down And the heat just rises through the needles Your eyelashes are like needles Your eyelashes are like All of your debts