White Noise

Wrapped in a wall, with such the intelligent smile
Your swashbuckling, suede words on the frameless mantle
No paper hymn to tame or break you
into a being smaller than you

Say, I'll bet you a few rented items for anything you prove
Aching teeth, stitching yarn to soil strewn proposition
I've got my eye on the lamp, but the soles in my feet feel her ground
Wind on the heels says, I'll win this one now

As my steps play the porch, ever so slightly, bending the limit
Rivers have already been sliced like lemons, static in white noise.
Some might say your hearts the coldest when hung,
exposed amidst the icy sun
I hope we'll swing along together then, boy.