New Blood

Sing (so softly) my name
 like a sparrow's evening throat.
 It closes up.
 It closes on the winter weather.
 You or I (or us) awake now.
 Call in favors.
 Call in, sick
 Call for help
 to settle scores for all things better.
 You and I, alone.
 Pillow-talking patience.
 Evening operations
 dissecting "you and I" alone
 just travelling through stations
 frequencies and faces.
 It's always you and I alone
 along the cycles.
 After all
 it seems our spare bedroom is cursed
 for new blood well rehearsed
 with something or someone to rise and recite what's worse.
 Drift around the painted walls.
 The keys don't work often if they work at all.
 A dimly lit sigh of retail and red alerts
 where the spare bedroom is cursed.
 It's new blood well rehearsed
 with something or someone to rise and recite who's worse.
 Carefully select the next in line.
 Carefully repeat or reconcile.
 Carefully select the next in line.
 Carefully repeat and reconcile.
 It's always you and I, alone.
 Pillow-talking patience.
 Evening operations.
 It's always you and I alone
 just travelling through stations
 frequencies and faces.
 It's always you and I, alone.