CLEAN

Written by: David Byrne


I can’t write tonight
As I eyeball
The full moon 
Blinking behind 
The passing clouds.

It’s watching me 
Watching it
Two creatures 
Confronting one another
Waiting to see
What the other
Does first.

We think together 
Separate thoughts
No doubt
Yet there is consent
In our stares

The night is gentle
A warm breeze
Caresses me
I am clean.