Jake's Flea Market

the house
sways and the wind
blows and calms and blows and
changes direction

you rise 
from your bed and mom
rises from beside you and me and mel and alice
rise

we don’t 
talk while you dress we don’t
talk while you eat we don’t
talk when you turn and smile and wave your hand and turn
and disappear into the edge of heaven

‘cause we know you’re gonna find and drink your magic
and you’re gonna drink it ‘til you think you can fly
and we know you’re gonna chase your rainbows and scheme the blueprints
for your castles in the sky

and now someone calls your name
from the street it’s your derelict friend

and the door just slammed there’s a doormat
of envelopes it was the postman

and the telephone rings it’s the landlord
calling once more for last month’s rent

and now mom shrugs her shame and the contempt of the world
upon her shoulders like heavy bags

and she fills her hands with emptiness and futility
and throws them up in offering

and she collapses from her strength and sags
in tears to her knees

‘cause she can’t find a moment of roses
among the bitter years she packs once more
into moving boxes destined for another house
closer to the core of her despair

‘cause she knows you’re gonna find and drink your magic
and you’re gonna drink it ‘til you think you can fly
and she knows you’re gonna chase your rainbows and scheme the blueprints
for your castles in the sky  

and now the house fills with empty room
hollow echoes

and mel stands light and tight and tensed as coil and ready to spring
when the rugs twitch beneath his feet

and alice tiptoes and prances and softstep dances across floors of eggshell and glass
and glass is her world she’s always glass in the doorway of shattering

and now i wait
for that one wind that’ll gust down the walls i wait

for that one wind that’ll expose us as seeds on the rocks i wait

for that one wind that’ll scatter us homeless

‘cause i know you’re gonna find and drink your magic
and you’re gonna drink it ‘til you think you can fly
and i know you’re gonna chase your rainbows and scheme the blueprints
for your castles in the sky

and now mom’s the fool

waits for you to see the sunlight
has burned the last cloud possibility for rainbows from the sky

waits for your delusional blueprints
to bleach and fade from the pages of your mind

waits for you to drink the last drop
from the last bottle of your potion ‘til the bottle’s dry

and now you come home tonight
and the household sleeps between its nightmares

you crawl into bed with mom you fuck
and that’s all

‘cause you know you’re gonna find and drink your magic
and you’re gonna drink it ‘til you think you can fly
and you know you’re gonna chase your rainbows and scheme the blueprints
for your castles in the sky

and you know you’re gonna

and you know