Secret Picnic Spot Lyrics

Beat Happening

caught in the branches;
swaying up and over
through the clouds and black.
Starless.
Secret.

Basket turned broomstick;
a hayride across the big blue and black.
Buried.
Deep mounds of dirt and stardust covering up.
Eight by six piece of wool draped over fine lines:
the curves of the feast.
This is our secret picnic spot turned inside out and made pure by the heavy wind
and rustling leaves;
from now 'till we greet again,
joining hands and feet --
tender teeth,
digging and scraping...
Tender feast;
Moonlight sway, over all.