Duster

Lyrics

No one's laughing anymore. Your tree house is a scaffold, your sword an old windshield wiper. The ships down in the harbor carry codfish. You knew where we were going, second star to the right and straight on till morning. Where is morning? We stare at the sky until our eyes collapse, tie bandanas around our headaches so the department store suits with their escalator vision can't see the black holes in our faces. Pirates are nervous, haven't been the same since treasure became intangible. There is no stopping a thief of names, no capture for a crook of codes. They see us wandering the jittery streets. We are spray paint seeping through subway walls. They get scared when we look too hungry. Suspect we might be dusting. Where is morning? A boy with dad's shoulders crushed our tent last week. His bones ripped the rain tarp. His mouth was a glittering cave. We made it quick. Traded the fillings for yesterday's blue plate special before the van even showed up to take the body. The dust is getting harder to turn down. Just a pinch. No more rats chewing our bloodless fingertips in the dark, stealing our time as we twitch into delirium. Where is morning? Just a sprinkle. We could fly again. Never mind the blood on the bus windows. This time, we wouldn't run out of dreams.