Dream Vacation from Dream Vacation by Luke's Terrarium

There is a god
who swallows dirt roads
and we are caught in his throat
and if he spits us out
I’m going to give to him
my body is a holy city, a new Jerusalem

holy body
but don’t call me holy boy
I’m not your holy boy

Stood upon your hood
bending backwards your antenna
toward Nevada
Sister station came in clear as piss
forsaken country songs
from underneath the static

Joshua trees
catching ashes on the wind
they were Gram’s
and I was something of a
minor prophet then

Dream vacation…
just my baby and me

Wake up, take a dive
and string our clamshells
on a necklace
pick the seaweed from our teeth
and go to breakfast
on our way
see tidepools in the potholes
a million eyes
staring back
are tiny hot coals
our jericho jokes are just dust
by the punchline
get our cherry coke
from the mountain stream
by lunchtime
scale the bridge above
the mudflats at low tide
clam diggers
crossing headlamp beams
in the half light
a shuttle to the airport
eating at the food court
sleeping on the mezzanine floor

If I’m muttering in my sleep
it’s only my copper bones
picking up stray frequencies
they say “there goes a radio”

holy body
I hear a holy voice
But I ain’t no holy boy
I’m not your holy boy

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