Sweat and and spit
Are my machines
Coolant and lubricant
I talk my steed down
From the cliff each morning
There is no magic involved
Caribou lapping at the waves
Clogged tear ducts
Rain on my crack
Time to space things out
Too much religion in the garage
Time to excavate
Explore the taste
Pretzel nuggets and banana peels
Soft puppy tongues
Treat the dried skin
Old limbs
Sore muscles
Bicycle seats
We grasshopper our way back
Through them
You are all tall blades of grass
Ready to be strong again
Wet water washing
Water giving
Water burning
Burn away the tears
The fat of the future and past
Take it
Take on me
Take me on
Take a chance
Take a chance
Take a chance
This is not your last chance
This is the chance that you are taking
Take it
Take it all
Then take for a ride
Schwervon! 