Rosin

I’m not a genius but I have feelings too.
Drop my fingers in a pond and I sure will get them for you.

The wax melting in my ears
From years ago, when my body was
The paper in my dreams, the mountain in my teeth.

If it’s green or blue I can’t tell,
But the wood has a smell
Of rosin.
I’m drunk so drunk,
I’m full so full
Of tongues so sour,
The scheme of life checks out.

But when you tell me to,
Oh, I sure will get them for you.
The scheme of life checks out.