tell him with secondary sorrow
something that you borrowed has entered your main line
eyes closed stumble down the runway drifting towards 
monday television currency
...in the empty margin
skinny legs folding up nicely
sedentary red sea celebrity tributary
mud caked over lime green eyes water worth gem hides
in your worthless currency
...in the empty margin
tuesday morning and blinked eye
heaven in a blue sky -- farm life never seemed so sweet
out here on the dirty street is home nice shoes and a phone
lots of new friends to meet
...in the empty margin

it's sad, they say -- having empty chests of drawers
won't you buy something at a department store
fashion...
you must look the same as everyone we see
on t.v. on the screen or you can't be friends with me
fashion...
your home, your mobile phone, starbucks cup and s.u.v.
are great, they're really great, buy us forget mystery
fashion...