Fold My Hands You Got To Wait A While But I Meant To Kiss You Poem by John Ackerman

SHAPED BACK A DREAM TO FILL MY SOUL RESCUE ME BEFORE A FOLD
BOBBy DARIN IS WHA'S MAYBE SCARIN BUT IM STILL STARIN
WHAT GOOD BURNIN CAUSE TO WANT YOU BACK FROM THE SOFA SPENT
WALK WITH ME DEEP BELOW THE BREEZE THERE i FLIRT WITH THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT
TRAPPED WITHIN A SEQUENCE TO A FIGURE OF SPEACH TO WANT

YES YOU ARE DEAD BUT YOU ARE FAR MORE TO A STAGE
LOVE SAYS i GOT TO STAND TALL
THROUGH THE CAGE OF SHRIMP
SEE THE PLASTIC CLOWN DON'T YOU EVEN CARE
RAIN A TOP OF A BILLBOARD SCORE

SEE BELOW THE VERY DUST YOU BLEED SORROW THAT YOU ARE IN NEED
FIGURE A MERE SHADOW COUNT IN THE VELVET UNDERGROUND
THERE YOU ARE STIRRING UP TROUBLE MAKE MY mARTINI STRONG ON THE DOUBLE
FOLD MY HANDS YOU GOT TO WAIT A WHILE BUT i MEANT TO KISS YOU

STEAK IN THE HEART KNOWN TO BE BLOWN APART
DREAMS IN THE SHADOWS PIERCING BACK THOSE SKULLS HAUNTED OUT TO SEA
BASK IN THE HOUSE TO PRETEND TO BE SOMETHNG MORE
The Desert Mouse Has Returned To My House