Press It

Press it and hold it will anyone come
to let you in or will the entire landscape
disappear and leave you standing
in your birthday suit

I hear there's a sky in heaven
I hear there's one in hell too
I hear he asked you to just
let it go and you're the victim

of course why wouldn't he
say that he came in a dream
but will he answer the door
or better yet get on a bus

head straight for the ocean
not escaping so much as
landscaping your mood
filling in your depression

press it indeed knowing there's
a spark between every button
and the world of existence
it's hard to believe in say

Christmas or Democracy
keep your hands in your pockets
as you walk the shoreline
admit yourself to the witness

protection program for those
who didn't see a thing
for those who walked away
see that interesting shell?

someone's house once
now up against your ear
the ocean becomes your own
and the wind builds roofs

over the dwelling called
without a care or the wearing
away of the long guilt
smoothly we go

with our hollow houses
held tight against the coming
there on the shoreline where
a crab struggles upside down

legs tickling the air
but nobody laughing